[ To be fair, he does feel pretty bad when she loses her composure and falls deeper into a flustered state. He definitely knows what that's like. Even if he can't help but feel even more endeared by her indignation. Perhaps it's the effects of the mistletoe, or something more natural that comes from having grown comfortable in her easy presence. ]

You dare accuse me of such a thing? [ It's not exactly easy for him to stop the embarrassment from growing, either, but the smile on his face grows softer.

He pulls on her hand a bit, silently asking her to look at him again. Normally, he likely wouldn't be so forward, but the magic surrounding them makes it more difficult for him to pay any attention to reservation. ]

I jest. [ Yea, he's a shit. ]

I am aware that we have no choice but to continue, but... how can I make this the least... uncomfortable for you?