Eirene takes this opportunity to turn bright red, hefting her own bags up again to ease the strain on her elbows. That they also partially obscure her blushing is just an added bonus.

"I'm not used to that. Do men whistle like that around here all the time?"

Embarassing but a small ego boost as well. Not that wild horses will drag that opinion out of her. She eyes the stairs, and her purchases, and mentally facepalms.

"I was smiling!" Perfect time for change of topic. "How do you propose we get this stuff up there?"