There was heat, rare heat, rushing into her cheeks. She wasn't one to get flustered normally. Blushing was something for little girls. But here she blushed. Here she averted her eyes in embarrassment. Eyes went up but did not reach passed his very own lips. And into the corner they strayed back.
She needed to retain at least something of her cheekiness, she decided. A quirk of her eyebrow would do the deed. "Yours are not bad either. Not bad at all."