Trying to parse that funny smell was distracting enough for her that she didn't quite realize how close she was starting to lean in, let alone that Andrew was watching her. She starts at the sound of his voice, his leg hair tickling her nose, then hastily rears back and turns away - just in time to aim her dramatic sneeze at an empty patch of floor instead of the one Andrew's occupying.

Well, that wasn't at all embarrassing. She licks her nose, then turns back toward Andrew, tail wagging sheepishly. You smell funny, she says, not that he can hear her.