[The only time he's felt like this has been when monsters with fangs and claws have been lunging towards his throat. But there are no battles here, no dances with the Master Sword... but he can't explain why he feels like every raw nerve is on edge.]
...I'd like to see you too, Miss Diva. [He pauses here, uncertain, then continues.] ...I think... I think I might... like you. [Was that what the princess had said about Mr. Conrad? He can't remember.]