That naked emotion resonates too closely with her own mental state and she suppresses a shiver low in her stomach. But it's the challenge that stiffens her backbone and sends a wash of determination and defiance to flush her skin. She isn't really prepared for such a reaction - this is something beyond thought, solidly rooted in her psyche, apparently deep enough to cause a physical response. But why? And why was her instinct to either hit him or kiss him? For that matter, why was her instinct to shy away from the mere thought of a relationship? No. Not the time for distractions. He really wanted to carry this through. Her chest is tight, and she realizes that she is staring.

Closing her eyes a moment, she takes a deep, steadying breath and presses her fingers to the bridge of her nose. There are a lot of things she could say here. And most of them are wishy-washy. So instead she looks back up at him seriously. "All right. If it's something that continues after everyone's memory returns, we'll revisit at that point."