Laine laughed unrepentantly, grinning wide. “No, but someone needs to try to cure you of your puritan ways.” It was not Laine’s fault that Dev was so easy to embarrass. “Come on love, you can’t tell me you’re oblivious to when someone finds you attractive.” She was probably poking at something she shouldn’t, but she just didn’t believe that Dev was that clueless. Laine’s expression softened at Dev’s admission. She could understand being intimidated; she just didn’t usually let it affect her. “Oh, of course it is, but you need to remember you aren’t putting your heart on the line when you hand your number out.” A reminder wouldn’t hurt, not for someone like Dev. “The two things aren’t mutually connected.”
She flicked her eyes back to the dancers who were still moving, noticing idly that Ashley had miss-stepped, but managed to recover. “She’ll be kicking herself for that,” she commented with a quirk of her mouth. Ashley was notoriously hard on herself. Worse than Dev maybe, though perfectionism ran rampant in the company as a whole, Even Laine wasn’t immune.