[He flushed and panting softly when she finally backs off. He sort of covers his mouth with the back of his hand, smearing some of his blood over his skin. The barrier gives way and there's a pop of confetti and a rattled off percentage before the bot flies away. Fairly compatible!]
You--what was that?
[He can guess but his heads a little scrambled. He won't admit to being a little turned on, though if she's like any other supernatural thing with heightened senses she can probably hear the elevated heart-rate or the musky scent of arousal on the teen.]