Chat loved making Ladybug blush. Mask or no, dark or light, he felt like he could fight a million akuma every time he made her get speechless. He especially liked making her blush at night. She thought that the cover of darkness would hide her reddened cheeks and pinked ears from his sight. Instead, he relished the challenge of making her stutter and stammer. Seeing his precious Lady react to him in such a paw-sitive manner always sent a thrill through him. Naturally, this only encouraged him to try even harder the next time.

"My lady, your beauty cat-ivates me," he crooned.

"Chat," she all but groaned. "Be serious, Kitty!"

He leaned with her as she went to duck her head so he couldn't see her blush. It was almost as if it were an automatic reflex, though he's not sure on who's part. She moved to hide away from him and he moved so he could see her better. He found himself smirking. She really didn't know what a gem she was, what he would do to have her look at him like he was her world. It was agonizing. There was a soft chime from his bell as he turned his head to the side, to meet her eyes.

"I always am."

She looked up at him, an unreadable look in her eyes. He waited for her to squirm, to tell him to knock it off. Both were common reactions from her, not to mention pushing him back, so she could have her space. She was good at denying any mutual feelings for him as well. He all but froze in his spot when she reached out, gently caressing his face. Her hand was warm against his skin, but her touch made him feel like he was on fire.

"Chat," she said.

"M-My L-Lady?" he squeaked.

She gently tapped his cheek with a laugh. A slow blink from him made her laugh even harder than before. He couldn't think. She was just too close and she had touched his face. He wondered if he wasn't dreaming. He would have thought he was if it hadn't been for her light playful tap to the side of his face. But then, all too soon, their closeness ended. She pushed back and pulled out her yo-yo. Should he be afraid? Should he try to duck? Was she going to hit him?

"Race you to the Eiffel Tower." She told him.

She zipped off not even a second after that, swinging across the city streets with her yo-yo. He was left alone, a hand over his racing heart.