She smiled ear to ear, proud at making him blush and honored he still felt that way. "The first time or the second?" Oddly enough he was one of few men who'd seen her nude and not because they shagged. Piotr would be the only other bloke she could think of who was in the same boat.
Elisabeth's smile faltered with his compliment and her own cheeks claimed a flush, eyes dropping to the floor briefly before meeting his gaze again. So he still fancied her. "I...thank you, Doug." Sometimes, when she was in bad place, she would take the compliments given to her as anything but, as this body wasn't the body she was born in. It was Kwannon's. But those times were few and far between and more often than not, she never felt the need to 'show' anyone what she once looked like; through memories via a mind link.
In hopes to steer the conversation elsewhere, Elisabeth sat down on his sofa and asked, "How are you taking to LA?"