That certainly got his attention. She kept her melancholy expression, but on the inside she was as giddy as a giggling schoolgirl. His expression gave him away, and for once she actually felt like she was the one in control, just this once. She put on a more serious face, crossing her arms against her chest as she thought about. This would stretch on as she would pretend to think, though after a while she would uncross her arms and look at him directly. This was her mistake: he had been staring so intently at her that her more serious demeanor shattered like a glass hitting the floor. She bit her lip, trying not to smile, but that was a losing battle.

"[b]Not telling.[/b]" She stated triumphantly, smiling broadly. "[b]Unless you really, really want to know.[/b]"

Her playful tone masked the rather intense beating of her heart. She was actually nervous somewhat. She did want to admit it, but she hesitated. It was just such an intimate thing, and even though it had been easy to admit it to a general who probably wanted to cut her head off it was much more difficult admitting it to his face. But she wanted to say it. She did.