There was no helping the little sound, bordering on pleasure, that escaped her at his whisper, shoulders hunching slightly as she tilted her head to the side, and yes, her cheeks coloured slightly. Not a full on blush by any reason, but enough to brighten her cheeks. As he settled back on the couch and she regained her composure, Isobel let out a laugh, pushing a hand back through her hair once more, dragging it over her shoulder and toying with it.
"It's one of my favourites," she said slowly, rocking from side to side before she leaned forward to poor them both a healthy amount in each glass, lip bit between two rows of white teeth as she occupied herself with anything but him. No, she wasn't flustered, it was just... well. Nice to have this sort of attention. It had been a while, after all.