There's a moment where she wonders if she heard that correctly, that he was flirting back. That didn't happen often at all. Perhaps it was just wishful thinking, or he was just humoring her. That would make sense; he seems nice so far, after all.

"Aren't you a sweet thing," she chuckles, twisting some in place so that he could see the leather work of her ankle-high boots and the decorative fluff of soft fur around the top edge. "Between you and me, the everyday fashion is a bit dull, but it can always be altered and spruced up a bit. I was just fortunate to be here when the bazaar was set up and people were feeling especially generous. The gentleman from the lighthouse decided that he liked my taste in winter clothes and had me help him pick some things for him. I got the impression that he wasn't used to doing that kind of thing for himself. I can certainly point you toward something when we've both got a bit of brass to spare."