[Ah, no, she can't relate on that front— though she'd be lying if she wasn't feeling more... sensitive, than she might, were she not a little bunny right now. Which isn't to say she wouldn't mind the attention from Hanna normally— no, she loves the attention, but she's never really minded the year-long dryspell she's had until she turned much fluffier a night or so ago.]

I guess I can't expect you not to be a little flustered.

But don't worry! I know just the solution.

[Finally she swings her legs off so she can stand up— but as quickly as she's turned away from him, she turns back to face him and leans over just enough to rest her hands on his knees.]

You don't think anyone's gonna miss us downstairs for a little while, right?