"I can't warn you when I don't realize it myself." Shot back with a bit of heat, because he'd been worried. Sighing, still blushing, he sits back down and pulls his mug of mead closer. Holding it in both hands, and looking at her slightly sheepishly.

"...I'm glad you think I'm adorable, but I really wasn't trying to be." Mumbled, still slightly embarrassed now.