"No," Albie said confidently, relaxing a little as she cuddled against him. He could feel how cold her feet were even through his jeans. "When I was on my way down here I realised how many little things I know about you. Favourite foods, noises you make when you're annoyed or..." aroused "...happy. How long you can spend in the hottub before complaining that you're getting wrinkly."
"It's weird but a good kind of weird. You're a good kind of weird." As soon as he said it, he really hoped that she took it for the compliment that it was.