[ Fluster? It's like blood in water to a shark, the corner of her lips curving at was once a playful smirk into a smile. She almost laughs -- she could torment him further about it, but that would be mean, wouldn't it?

Then again, she would say that she is not a completely kind woman. It's more fun when she can poke and prod at a man than respect any personal boundaries. ]

I think they vary. In some cases, instantaneous and in others, a few minutes afterward. And I've seen them wear off as quick as they come.

[ Really. She can't help herself. She pauses, her only eye on him; really, it's not often she sees a man flusters. It's hilarious, it's great. ]

You should be fine -- the worst they can do is make you redder and you don't need that.