[Well, maybe he was wearing shorts and she missed-- She peaks, she squeaks, and both her forelegs lift a few inches from the floor for a second in a thankfully very quickly aborted rear in her distress.]
All-- All the fauns I know wear pants! Or skirts, if they want to. Or-- any clothes at all!
[She peaks again, curious in spite of herself, and is so red by now that one could almost imagine steam coming off her.]
I mean, it's a very nice scarf you have but it doesn't-- [She chokes.] It doesn't cover... down there.
[Which on her is very thoroughly covered, thank goodness, though she tugs on her pants a bit just to make sure one of the closures didn't come loose and expose anything...indecent. Which then starts a nervous and fluttering fixing of all her clothes, and she is most decidedly not looking at Tumnus. Nope. Not one bit. Okay, maybe she slips up once. Or twice. And each time her blush flares right up to nuclear red again.]
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All-- All the fauns I know wear pants! Or skirts, if they want to. Or-- any clothes at all!
[She peaks again, curious in spite of herself, and is so red by now that one could almost imagine steam coming off her.]
I mean, it's a very nice scarf you have but it doesn't-- [She chokes.] It doesn't cover... down there.
[Which on her is very thoroughly covered, thank goodness, though she tugs on her pants a bit just to make sure one of the closures didn't come loose and expose anything...indecent. Which then starts a nervous and fluttering fixing of all her clothes, and she is most decidedly not looking at Tumnus. Nope. Not one bit. Okay, maybe she slips up once. Or twice. And each time her blush flares right up to nuclear red again.]