She's probably a bit helpless to finally loosen then. Welcome the touch if reluctantly. Amidst every protest in her head right now, one remains above the rest and seems to answer the rest; hasn't she wished for people not to hate her for this?
He pulls away soon enough. Enough to catch her attention and then her rather large and heavy desk is being held above their heads. And she blinks at it. Should have expected it but... she smiles. Soft and interested and very warm.
And the armadillo across from her seems... something. Something off in that smile that makes lavender ears swivel and perk, questioning softly. She tilts her head, and blinks at the question. Questions. The second catches makes her chuckle, if softly.
"Mm... I suppose you can." She gives a significant pause. Then she opens her face a bit more. Lets it brighten before him, honest and warm and very intent.
"...and yes. As a matter of fact, I really do think so."