[She should move, and insist that they both go back inside to put some more space between them. Because even as he tries to hide it she knows he's reacting in the exact way he isn't supposed to. She's not supposed to be proud of it, either, and yet that's exactly what courses through her. She's incredibly fucked up. This whole thing is a little fucked up but it's so exhausting to constantly be upset by it.] Hm. [She gives him a look that suggests he couldn't have loved everything she got him. That's just statistically impossible.]

Definitely an eleven, it's the best house in our neighborhood! [Which makes up for them falling just a little short last year to their neighbors on the left.] You'll love everyone, I'm sure of it.

[She pauses to look up at him in a particular way, as if she's considering something. Whatever decision is on the line is made, though.]

... I should probably go find Masaomi. [Because they can't really keep bouncing back and forth on each other. She had been verging on an awkward arousal to begin with, and Nathan was just going to make it worse. It was probably better to head it off now and ask her mate for his help. Still, she doesn't really move, and she's still looking up at him, too.]