[ Having the case of the hiccups wouldn't normally embarrass her so; however, she already knows based on how they feel, and that feeling that came just before it, that these must be something that's been inflicted on her by fae magic once again.

Which means... ]

N—No, I'm afraid these— hic—cups are the work of the fae...

[ Her color on her face only deepens. ]

It may sound unbelievable, but I have encountered these before, and you will - hic - have to, um... kiss me...

[ She feels so embarrassed, that it doesn't even occur to her to specify that a simple kiss on the cheek will do, even though her hands remain firmly pressed against her mouth. ]

...hic!