Freya blushed as he repeated back her words. Her stomach did flips practically. She almost felt foolish for questioning him. She bit her bottom lip, nervously. She had never felt so raw, so exposed to anyone on a comfortable social level. " We-well... I..." she sputtered, looking down quickly. When he continued, she looked up, about to say something different but the gun size matter came back into play and it left a tinge of sour words on her tongue.<br/><br/>" I'm not short!" She growled, " So quite calling me fun size. I'm tall enough to be average, almost. And who's to say that I-" she looked up at him wide eyed when he finished his small speech. "I- I'm still not fun sized,"<br/><br/>Freya winced as the wind picked up, blinding her. She shielded her eyes, only to open them and stare at the beautiful rose. Her breath caught easily, "J- Just a magic trick," she tried to tell him, heart breathing uneven. When he whisked himself to her other side, she squeaked, completely caught off guard. She... she was sexy? Amusing and sexy?<br/><br/>Her face went from pale to colorful instantly. Freya was desperately trying to get a hold of herself but her body was begging to follow him. It wasn't her human side that was attracted, but her godly half.<br/><br/>Her breath chilled the air, making the surrounding park start to feel like a mid August of September. "I ... I believe you," she admitted. Her heart still racing within her chest.