Blane wasn't just a flirt. However, to him it seemed the only time she was really paying attention was when he was flirting. Plus he liked seeing her blush.  He leaned back. "You didn't even hear half of what I said." He said in amusement. "Do I make you that nervous Bella? That you block out half of what I'm saying and take the other half as false?" He chuckled a bit. "Its cute." He said with an easy going smile. He didn't act this way towards every girl he thought was cute. In actuality he was highly picky. Being raised by his father made him that way. He was selective in the attentions he gave. He would tease other girls but only flirted with the few that met his high standards. She met his high standards. "Non si chiama quello?" (Don't call you what?) He asked with a coy smile.<br/><br/>He leaned back and closed his eyes. He was tired but he would only rest them for a moment. About five minutes passed before he opened his eyes again. Feeling a bit more refreshed than he had been. When it came time to go into the loft is when he would sleep. He looked at her. "Bella..." (beautiful) he said and stuck his tongue out at her. Send her a flirtacious smile. "Qual Ã¨ il tuo fiore preferito?" (What is your favorite flower?)