[ Dorothea finds herself staring when Linhardt begins to disrobe, surprised and a little flustered (but not actually upset about it, she realizes). When he turns back to speak with her, she finds her eyes again inexorably drawn to his sternum--his body is toned if not overtly muscular. He's not Raphael by a long shot, but he's pleasant to look at.

Which means that, again, she doesn't register his question until half a second after he's asked it. ]

Wh--oh. I...

[ Oh Goddess. She sighs, hating that she's going to have to explain this now. ]

I wasn't trying to avoid eye contact, Lin. I was looking at you. At... your body, I mean. I can't seem to help myself.