She giggles a little. "Well, I've always liked your confidence. You know that. You're not like anyone else I've ever met," she says, her hand drifting to his waist. She's still leaning against the tree a little. "Plus, you're brave," she kisses his cheek, "and I like to watch you spar because you look really good when you do. And I like that you're patient with me and that you came to my world when you had no idea what was really in store for you, and you let me drive you around."

She grins. "I could probably make a list, if you like."