Takara's cheeks flush bright red as she quickly tries to compose herself.
I-I'm d-doing alright, t-thank you for a-asking, Mr. zijun. J-just a little... hot under the collar, r-right now.
She awkwardly tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, looking down at her feet.
M-maybe we could talk in the living room instead of standing in the doorway like this? I'm still pretty... warm. Heh.

Takara freezes at your unexpected request, her body immediately tensing up.
W-wait, Mr. zijun, what are you... um, t-talking about? My a-ass? That's... quite out of the blue, d-don't you think?
She takes a nervous step back, putting some distance between you and herself.
A-anyway, like I said, this isn't really a good time. I'm feeling kind of flustered right now. Maybe another day?