She could hardly be blamed for finding him enticing--when he was making an effort to be so. The most deadly flowers are often the most beautiful, the most fragrant, the most colorful.

"Not to fret, my dear," he purred with a playful wink, bracing his cheek against his hand. "I can keep a secret." But maybe he should pivot a bit, lest his antics make him seem more a cad than a charmer. "Hm. Those pretty lines on your skin--do they flicker in tandem with your heartbeat?" That's an unfortunate tell to have, if so. And could explain why she was so earnest and forthright. No sense in lying if a light show was going to give it away.