The heated feeling is there in her belly, and it turns her smile wicked, like adding poison to wine. Sereda can feel the grin spreading, turning into a smirk, looking a trifle like every wicked mage in every faerie tale ever. "And just think. You get to do it again." And again, and again.
He's blushing, of course. "Is all your blood congregated in your face?" Sereda teases. The overripe tomato look does tend to suit him.