Hitch blushed, eyeing her now sweat-streaked flanks' wobble as she happily trotted away. Bar the occasional views he was getting of her goods as she walked, his mind was frazzled by what she had said. It didn't seem odd initially, but her emphasis on 'heat' and adding a sultry tone when she said 'good' certainly was abnormal. She was always cheeky with him, but the way she was going about things thus far certainly was different. Eyeing her ass again, he was befuddled, noting that she was swaying her hips even more than back at the sheriff's office. It was almost like she was teasing him, but he chalked it up to his hopeless wishes. As amazing as it was to think that, there wasn't any way a princess would go for a guy like him–let alone one as nonchalant and level-headed as Zipp.