[She wants to protest by shoving a magnifying glass in front of him, and maybe it would catch the sun just right and cause her to burst into flames so she can have an excuse to feel so warm and to sweat, ugh she's so damp? It's fine when she's moving around and exerting herself, but this was just dumb baby nerves getting more frayed by the second because she's thinking too much, it's not like he means he likes her when he says he likes her, don't worry so much, that's impossible so you don't have to worry about it, and definitely don't get carried away, even if that would really show him what she means about her being a weirdo freak that wants to smooch an undead guy -- oh, fuck, she's started to tighten her hug like he was just a pillow she could squeeze to herself for comfort. Better -- let him go now. Sorry! Sorry, sorry... Those aren't the words that come out, though.]

"Tell me I'm clever,
Tell me I'm kind,
Tell me I'm talented,
Tell me I'm cute,
Tell me I'm sensitive,
Graceful and wise,
Tell me I'm perfect --
But tell me the truth."

...I -- just don't normally, um... I like you a lot. And I keep -- touching you, or wanting, u-um... It's just weird.