Could blushes transfer through tactile contact? Because there certainly seemed to be a little bit of that going on, as those roving fingers seemed to make Amaya's cheeks go a little warm, too, and almost think that, you know what, maybe the furnace was fine, it definitely seemed plenty warm in here at the moment...

Which was a little absurd, if you thought about it, that a moment of dancing fingers and a hand against her knee would even do anything after some of the other things they'd gotten themselves into, but, well, here they were.

"Good," she said, and, finding herself wanting for something for her own hands to be doing right now, slipped her arm around the small of Irene's back because, while it threatened to be slightly more cuddly, for the life of her, the only good place she could think of for that hand to be was on Irene's hip. "....I mean, about the ready-to-wear thing, not the you being too short thing, that seems like it would sort of be a blessing in disguise, none of them really seem too thrilled to be up there, and I can't say I blame most of them."

There were, actually, a few things that might catch her eye here and there, but it was hard to really focus on remembering them when her attention was vastly veered elsewhere at the moment.