[ It shouldn't surprise her that Linhardt enjoys being looked at. Who doesn't like being appreciated? She supposes that in her mind, she's so used to him being the sleepy, bookish sort that she didn't consider that he's also a physical being with wants and needs beyond said sleep and books. A blush crawls up her neck and over her cheeks, but she gives a little shake of her head. ]

No, not exactly. I always thought you were attractive, Lin. It's just that if I'm going to stare at someone's chest, it's usually someone who has... more there, if you understand my meaning.

[ She steps forward, extending her hand, but she pauses. ]

May I?