Her cheeks burned, and Finn let out the most pitiful and tiniest of squeaks before throwing a hand over her eyes. “Erm, ah, well,” she stammered, clearly taking off guard by all the skin. Because there was just so much skin, honestly. “I - I think it would be rather smart of you to, er, find a cover up. Per-perhaps maybe possibly some clean robes? Or even just a scarf? I - er, it gets terribly drafty up in here, though, aha, it does seem a bit hot in here, yeah? I mean, er, no, it’s not hot, you’re hot. I mean, er, ah, how about I get you a shirt? I mean, not my shirt, no, no, no, that would mean me being topless, and uh, no, I mean can I summon you a shirt, sir person sir?” She bit the inside of her cheek, wishing she’d just didn’t open that damn mouth of hers and just disappeared.
Blaze was fumbling at the shirt in his hands as he looked at the girl in front of him. She was clearly squirming with awkwardness at the sight of his naked torso and her burning cheeks made him smile. "Yeah, it does indeed get rather drafty up in here, that's true." he said with a smirk before laughing at her comment on him being hot. "Well, don't you think I didn't hear that! I'm flattered. But I wouldn't want to trouble you with summoning a shirt for me, I'm perfectly capable of doing so on my own. Thanks for the offer, though!"
