She blushes bright red at that comment and the implication behind it, looking down bashfully as she keeps brushing her teeth for a moment longer. Clearing her throat a little and spitting, she turns on the faucet and rinses off her toothbrush first.

"They do, yes," she manages, making a quick work of rinsing her mouth so she can let her hair fall back down around her face and hopefully hide her reddened cheeks some. "Good point." She digs out her face cream jar and begins applying it, hoping the coolness of the stuff calms down her skin.