She laughed with her mouth closed, eyes flashing. "Makes sense, yeah? What can I say, you care about me, I therefore care about you enough to attempt to respect your repulsion and try to not touch you every three seconds." She gently prodded his side, knowing that if she really did repulse him, he'd have never agreed to hear her out or let her anywhere near him. And she enjoyed teasing him.
Elisabeth gave a quick victory whoop, tossing her arms into the air, fists clenched, and a full smile finally breaking her lips. She scooted her bum closer and settled her hands lightly on either side of his face, canting her head to the left and letting him make the move, because their definitions of a kiss would surely differ. She would want to capture his lips within her own and apply minimal sucking, only to make the kiss a lingering one that didn't involve tongues unless he allowed it too. Because she was Psylocke, and she would push it as far as Sam let her, needing this to 'let go.'