Annabelle may not understand this type of thing very well, but she's a curious, sharp and quick learner. She feels something in the air; electrifying and strange. New. She's pretty sure it's all Lauren's energy—she can feel it almost viscerally. Of course, even if it was a different kind of energy, Annabelle was already on a giddy, high vibration with the promise of commotion and potential glory to come. When he glances at her sheepishly, she holds his gaze. But her expression is warm, rather than piercing and mischievous. There's still a glint of that impishness in her eyes, but it's behind general receptiveness. She knows his shyness keeps him at few words, and she's trying to coax him a little bit open.

"You think...?" she implores. She can sense his discomfort, and his arousal is obvious and thus not worth presently mentioning... but he hasn't stormed off yet. She feels like maybe he's trying to trust her; he's being vulnerable with her.