[For a few moments, she just looks at him. She can't help the soft hum of amusement as he feels he has to make sure she knows he's 'done that sort of thing' (she wasn't going to ask), and she curls a hand over his shoulder, squeezing gently.]

It's not selfish to want to mean more to somebody. And, I dunno... for what it's worth, I think you'd be a keeper.