[She laughs, indulging that wolf whistle by giving a little twirl (a habit all thanks to Cinna, which she doesn't remember now, but knows uncursed) and then curtsying.]

I try, Barton, I try. [She grins.] Did you really think I'd miss all this? Or the opportunity to see you all done up? I don't think so. You don't look too bad either, mate.