Honestly, Johan hadn't really meant to fluster her - he wasn't even aware of the reaction he'd gotten out of her. He had already agreed to be her partner, in more ways than one, tonight after all, and he found himself fine with the concept of "being Kay's", as unusual as it sounded. But then, he'd never known a thief before, and even if it had, they still wouldn't have been Kay, so he supposed this kind of thing came with the territory. He'd even be fine with it if she wasn't a thief, really. He trusted her more than--
... This was probably where Amber Mammoth would have hit him with his trunk for being weird, so Johan had to make do with a mental version of the feeling.
Now, what Johan was aware of was the fact that she was looking... flushed? Red? That, combined with the fact that she was there in that dress and her hair was down... Johan knew what the word was, but he couldn't bring himself to think it. In fact, he couldn't even bring himself to comment on that particular thing he'd noticed out loud, so instead he stored that picture, the image of her before she'd looked away, away in his mind and pondered her question for a moment, as well as the feeling of it as well.
"I don't mind," he told her, in response to her first comment, and that was the truth. After all, they'd been in close quarters from nearly day one, having to huddle together for warmth under the rain and all; he really didn't mind Kay being close. He tilted his head slightly and glanced in the direction Kay turned, before looking back at her. Deciding, since she'd gone and asked and all, he would bring up her face; albeit not in the way he had initially thought about it. He still wasn't sure what to make of that. "... Are you getting cold? You're starting to get red."
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... This was probably where Amber Mammoth would have hit him with his trunk for being weird, so Johan had to make do with a mental version of the feeling.
Now, what Johan was aware of was the fact that she was looking... flushed? Red? That, combined with the fact that she was there in that dress and her hair was down... Johan knew what the word was, but he couldn't bring himself to think it. In fact, he couldn't even bring himself to comment on that particular thing he'd noticed out loud, so instead he stored that picture, the image of her before she'd looked away, away in his mind and pondered her question for a moment, as well as the feeling of it as well.
"I don't mind," he told her, in response to her first comment, and that was the truth. After all, they'd been in close quarters from nearly day one, having to huddle together for warmth under the rain and all; he really didn't mind Kay being close. He tilted his head slightly and glanced in the direction Kay turned, before looking back at her. Deciding, since she'd gone and asked and all, he would bring up her face; albeit not in the way he had initially thought about it. He still wasn't sure what to make of that. "... Are you getting cold? You're starting to get red."