You're quite the flatterer. I'm sure you'd have no trouble finding someone to kiss it all better.

[She rewarded him with a smile, bending over to retrieve the beads tucked into a hidden pocket at the top of her boot. No doubt, if he was looking, he'd have a fine view round about now.

Straightening, she held out a palmful of beads, in every color they'd been given. Each one might be useful, after all - as protective camouflage if nothing else.]

Go on, then.