She continued to watch, over and over. Eyes just focused onto his swinging, not a word spoken until he had asked if she's comfortable.
โI suppose so.โ
She's not flirting currently, neither has acknowledgement upon his fluster, but is just perching on him; like a bat.
His face turned a bit read as she did so, but she still didnโt let it reflect in his swinging. His fingers tightended around the handle as he swung again and again until he was breathing heavily from the work.
โY-You uhโฆcomfortable b-back there?โ