[The hand not playing with her braid reaches out and doesn't-quite touch him, ghosting over his shoulder, down his arm, and eventually to his hand. She recoils about halfway and then reaches out and resolutely grabs the ends of his fingers.]

This is... Actually a lot harder to talk about than I thought it was, but I never was the romantic sort. Um. I-- [She looks up at him, biting her lip, but frowning in a determined sort of way around the gesture.] ...I think I like you. Like... A lot.