She faltered before giggling, shaking her head. “Official Blacksmith Bedroom Inspectors? You’re going to have to be the one to say that, that’s definitely flirting.”
“I just think that you’ve already flirted with me so much already today,” she began innocently, “that you should be fine to flirt a little more.”
“Wasn’t it?” she replied, looking up at him. “‘Juniper, you’re beautiful. That might be forward, but it’s true.’ Plus, you held me!”
"Okay, firstly, a compliment doesn't have to be flirting. Secondly, I was asleep! How am I supposed to control that."
“I don’t know,” she said smugly, coaxing his arm out of its folded stance. “Maybe your unconscious self knows something you don’t.”
She started laughing even harder, coming around in front of him and trying to undo his arms more earnestly, walking backwards with ease. “Welcome to my world.”
She looked up at him with amusement. “Don’t worry, Z,” she said gently. “I know you’re not really flirting with me. I’m not your type, remember?”
They continued, eventually making it to the upper city. It was cleaner and less bustling, the stones in the cobble road shining.
