[Her foot against his leg is making the skin beneath prickle, as he eats more of his wrap. It's so tempting just to slide over and kiss her, and he feels like he'll never tire of her teasing like this. If he weren't eating, he'd reach down and start to give her a foot massage, so she'll just have to wait until he's done. His expression remains unthreatened by her remarks about her exes and past flings, not caring for what they did or didn't do for her. He knows he's different, with the way she responds to him, plays with him.

But the question gives him pause. It's not a question that he expected her to ask so cooly, as cavalier as he acts sometimes almost. It's a trap, it's a question that's rooted in something more serious, something that if he answers incorrectly could hurt her.]

You want the truth? I've had my eye on you since the day I met you.

[He's not lying. He remembers how he felt drawn to her, before their first vision, before their whole world broke down and transformed into this cat and mouse chase between themselves and Celestia.]

I didn't think much of it at the time, because of prior responsibilities I had to take care of. I almost thought I was being quite ridiculous, but you've been on my mind ever since then.

[He says it with confidence, not a hint of doubt painted on his features. What transpired after, well that's another story. But he's not sure how he could convey that to her, not in this scenario.]