[She turns her face away, raising her chin.]

I'm not telling; it's my secret enjoyment.

[Like his rough hands, for instance. And the way his face fell into a frown when he was concerned about the Rockets that showed up. Very dark and dashing. But that was her secret! Erina looks back at him, expression softening.]

I'll make sure that the house will be properly decorated. I'm going to attempt a beef wellington.