"Merrill," Loras said, grinning with all the charm of the knight that he was. "Are you asking me on a car date?"
There was no way to tell if Merrill knew that women weren't exactly his cup of tea and he enjoyed the blush he often earned whenever he flirted. It was almost instinct for him now, especially since the dreams had nestled themselves into his psyche; it was a wonder he didn't have a rose in his hand to present to her. Yet.
Whether or not Merrill would respond in that lovely way Loras was looking for, he couldn't say.