029: "Crimson bloom."

He was oft surprised at how easy it was to make her blush. Small things—a passionate public kiss, a few rightly-placed whispers, a stray gaze and wink when she was dressing—made her face flame like her hair, and her smile flare with it. Others could do it, too: a timely joke about her love of books or sincere flattery of her crafts would pink her cheeks.

Making him blush to match was a good deal harder. More than a tease—it took all of her considerable wifely powers, but there were few rewards she prized as highly.