He grins. “Really? And how was it?”
She blinks up at him, slightly embarrassed. “I, uh.” She colours faintly. “Yeah.”
“Well, then. I guess I should be proud of myself.” He smirks, lifts his eyebrows again, and tilts his head. “You’re blushing. My job’s done.”
“Oh, /you/,” she grumbles, laughing a little and blushing more. “So arrogant. It was just a /dream/. You only get to be smug if you do the real thing.”