[Despite how silly she's feeling, she's not nearly drunk enough to not feel a warm blush creeping up her cheeks and a strange, tight feeling in her chest when he calls her incredible. Her expression turns more serious, but she's still smiling when she reaches out to take one of his hands in hers.]

Why are you apologizing? [She looks down at their hands, suddenly wondering why she'd done that, but she doesn't want to stop doing it either, so she just lets it be, their hands resting on his knee between them.] I like it when you're happy. And sappy. [She laughs.] And I like being bonded with you too.

[She closes her eyes,] ...Can you feel what I'm feeling right now?

[It's just a simple, bubbling happiness. One she's opening up and mentally trying to siphon directly into him if she can.]