[The look on her face for a moment could be placed to the description 'Mal.exe has stopped working.' There's a moment where she just stares, jaw slightly open, and then smiles, blushing beet red.]

I think you could, I really do.

[Oh, goodness, that wink. That wink could melt her any day of the week. And after stuttering for a few moments, pushing back some hair...the heart speaks, quietly but boldly:]

I, um, wouldn't mind if you did that. Again. I'd...like it, a lot. If you're willing.

[If she gets any redder she'll turn into a tomato, she just knows it.]