Just curious

"I can tell what you must smell like." 

He commented after she had said that. His eyes darted back and forth in between her lips and bare neck. 

Blushing by the unsaid words his eyes were screaming, she looked away whispering, "How?" 

"You look like vanilla and flowers so," he shrugged, looking away as well. 

From the corner of her eye she saw him scratching his thigh as he continuously bumped his leg up and down on his toe. 

"Rotten ones?" She retorted as a faint smile blossomed over her lips upon a reminder. 

Back in the desert when she saw her burned out complexion in the mirror of the jeep, she told him that her maids used to compare her skin to the petals of flowers but now it is all ruined. However, mocking her, he compared her to the 'rotten' ones which they crossed by on the way.