"I could've sworn it didn't count as flattery if it was true. Or something like that. No one ever sat me down and told me the rules." There was a definite teasing light in his eyes. The moonlight was bright enough for him to take note of the added flush. He counted it a small victory.

He held his hand still and kept a good grip on the apple. "Am I?" He hadn't intended it. That didn't mean he couldn't roll with it when it was pointed out to him. He gave a little tug to pull her closer, if she kept hold of it.

"Are you telling me you want a bite?" He kept his gaze locked to hers.