He can feel her moving in. It's not like the same kind of warmth that Cress gives off when she steps in too close, but he can still feel her nearby, hear her breathing, the shift of her legs. Sometimes, being blind has its interesting advantages.

He'd still rather be able to see.

There's a pause from him before he gives a choking laugh. Is she... flirting? No. Cinder doesn't know how to do that. Does she? He leans in, voice dropping to a whisper. "Do you really want to?"

A sigh. "I'm still blind, you know." He makes a face. "You're a cruel princess."