Of course you do, cheeky bitch.

"What are you doing over there?"

She didn't even seem to care, still having her eyes traipse all over your body, her lip absently twitching for some odd reason. You elected to clear your throat, tilting your head and fake-coughing, which finally dragged her, kicking and screaming, out of her status. "You alright?"

"Huh? Oh, uh, of course, sorry. I get a little... lost, sometimes in front of people like... you."

'Like me?', you thought. What the hell did she mean like that? Did she get nervous around humans? Men, maybe? Well, the truth was along the right lines of the latter, but as your foot absently tapped against the floor, she would return the favour and catch you off guard.

"You're... cute. My type."

Her type!?

"I apologise if this is a little forward, but... you're not against people like me, are you?"

"Come again?"

"I mean... do I intimidate you?"

Well, answer the question.