She can think of a couple of choice places for him to shove his knives, but the thought manages to escape her head at the feeling of his hand near her face. There are plenty of little flowers and petals in her hair but that one? That one's the best one.

Shut up, girly feelings.

Her first attempt to speak fails, so when she does manage her cheeks are flushed pink. "Bold of you to imply I dressed with you in mind."