"I mean I like you." It was almost like the truth had been forced out of her before she could think about it, and she clapped a hand over her mouth as soon as she realized what she'd said. Fuck! Where did that come from? Merlin's balls, haven't I got a brain-to-mouth filter anymore?
Well, that certainly turned the tables. Not only was Vince the smart one in the situation - and, if she said so herself, he really was smart, if perhaps not in the conventional ways - but Millicent was becoming stupider with every new thing that came out of her mouth.
She intended to assuage him, BS something to make herself seem less ridiculous, and she even had an idea what she was going to say, but what came out instead was "You know what they say about beauty in the eye of the beholder and that, or at least that's my excuse." What am I doing? If this was the alcohol talking, I wouldn't be so aware of what I'm doing! "And you know, you're smarter than you think. And you don't try to pretend you're better than everyone else. And... I like that. I like you."
Oh god. Was she finally done? It looked like it, so after a deep breath, she ran a hand through her hair and laughed, trying to be casual despite whatever the hell had compelled her to spill her guts. "¡Dios mio! I'll shut up now."