Do what? Touch you? [ She can feel it as her face grows warm (though it's worth noting that might have more to do with Jaune's proximity than the last line); it's impossible not to notice the contrast in the cool wind of late spring. Doubly so once her hair is whipped up and around them, though it's not in a way that's symmetrical or tidy, not like stage set. Random strands not held by her ponytail get in her face and stick to her mouth, which is damp because she's been licking her lips almost unconsciously throughout the entire conversation it seems.

It's precisely because she's so noticeably flustered that she decides to do absolutely nothing to hide it. ]

No... [ Her tone is still slow and measured, but there's less confidence this time. More like an inside joke than a come-on. She doesn't look away. Holds her facial expression extremely still. ] If I did that, you'd get used to it.

What good is a threat you'll eventually get used to?