She's not honestly sure what he's thinking when she tells him all that. Maybe it feels like a strange thing to confess in this situation, but they aren't thoughts that she's taken lightly. It's something she's turned over in her mind more than once or twice, and having fun with him during his Carnival thing only solidified the idea...even if she was reluctant to admit it at the time.

She can tell that he's shocked, and that's no surprise. His head bows, and she takes that as an opportunity to bump her forehead against his again. She comes away with just a little bit of paint, which is summarily wiped away with the back of her hand and a grimace.

"This paint is still gross, though," she adds lightly, wiping her hands off on the closest bit of cloth she can find: some kind of tapestry supposedly for sale. "Is there anything else you're supposed to do for this? To finish it off?"