"Well, it seems I can't tease you anymore. Otherwise, if you fainted from shyness, Grandma Greta might beat me to a pulp. Being shy can be endearing, and definitely a critical weakness against a guy like me. But remember, only strong people can live long lives. So be strong, okay?"
Ash saw that Mia was now stealing peeks at his bare torso, her face as red as a beet. He could only sigh helplessly. He knew that hoping to have a productive conversation with her now was impossible. Her mind was surely filled with naughty thoughts that wouldn't allow her to focus at all.
So, he decisively decided to end their conversation and resume his mission of dealing with the witch, which was already several hours late.