*colouring even more* I don’t keep any secrets. *can’t /possibly/ say what she’s thinking* I’m an open book.
*grins wider* I can see something hiding underneath those eyes. Tell me.
*still trying pass it off as a joke* Well, I haven’t done /you/.
Indeed you haven’t. *cocks eyebrow* Was that an invitation?
“Uh. Ye-es?” I have no idea what is going on here anymore. ”Should — um, should we take this conversation somewhere else?”