She doesn't even have to look at him, between the stop and the um, to figure out where his eyes and brain are. "Shut up."

One of her hands bats at the air behind her back, where strings and buttons remain undone on the dress. "Help me with this. I can't reach."

There is most definitely not a faint pinkish hue to her ears. Because that would be stupid, given he's seen her with a whole lot less at this point.