"I am certainly not such a thing," he protests, briefly casting his eyes toward the ceiling in another sign of annoyance. He notes the child's blush and can't help but let his lips quirk in a small smile; he could understand his embarrassment.

Very well, two could play at this game. His eyebrow and lips quirk up as he smirks across the table at her. "I believe you were both to kiss me on the cheek, correct? Or by your logic, am I to infer that you do not enjoy my company?"