[O-oh. Elle has to cast her gaze aside when he looks at her like that, feeling a sudden flush of embarrassment rising in her cheeks.]
I mean... I guess you can look at it that way. [She frowns and wills herself to look at him directly this time, though. It's a frown of stubbornness, not directed at him, but trying to shoo away the fact that she feels flustered.] Is that how you feel? About living here with me now?
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I mean... I guess you can look at it that way. [She frowns and wills herself to look at him directly this time, though. It's a frown of stubbornness, not directed at him, but trying to shoo away the fact that she feels flustered.] Is that how you feel? About living here with me now?