"Hey, hey." His hands went up in mock-defensiveness. "Leave the shades out of this, they didn't do anything."

He rested one elbow on the table, chin propped on his hand and looked over at her with an expression that was clearly meant to only encourage the blushing. There was something nice - strange, but definitely nice - about seeing her made up like this. It was definitely still Eponine.

"I could say it some more, but I think all your blood is already in your face."