Crabb's face goes that most deeply embarrassed colour that Erin knows well, the warmth spreading far and wide, and the only reason she doesn't choke and sputter is that she doesn't try to say anything for a long, long moment. Just squeezes her eyes shut and finds herself wondering if this is some kind of weird dream, except she wouldn't even dare to dream about something like this.

Her hand goes to the side of her neck and she looks aside at the ground, voice quiet and shy and nervous. "I-I ain't— uh. I ain't ever..."