[She takes the opportunity during all of the flustering to pull the shirt on over her head – there's a lot of her hair that gets caught in the shirt, and the dog's printed face is stretched across her breasts, but it's long enough that it should offer her some modesty for now.]

My name is Lady Aphrodite, and I insist.

[Don't think she doesn't see the tips of his ears turning red, and, most importantly, feel the flutter of his heart betraying his otherwise stoic expression. And in case he thinks he can escape without giving into her whims, she slinks up closer, letting her fingers rest on his shoulders, leaning in like she's sharing some kind of secret.]

I would like my first kiss on the island to be with a... helpful gentleman such as yourself.

[...She's hamming it up a little. And before he can argue or somesuch nonsense, she leans in the rest of the way, pressing a (regretfully) chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth.]

There. Debt repaid. That wasn't so bad, was it?