Amy's blush returned when Mal called her beautiful and smart- she was quite used to the latter, not as much to the former- it just didn't count when your grandmother said it. Her breath hitched as he whispered in her ear. It did things to her, and she was feeling very flustered as a result.

"Nope. None. None at all." she stammered. "That is not a problem."

Jesus tap-dancing Christ on a cracker, stop being such a dork, she thought to herself.