He wasn't telling her anything she didn't already know, but to hear him actually say the words was as close as they had come to those moments before U.N.C.L.E. where they had very nearly kissed. Her eyes narrowed somewhat upon hearing his question. Did he really need to ask that? She was sure that he had felt that spark, knew that she burned for him too. She looked down at her hand being held by his larger one. "Why now?" she asked, instead of giving him the answer he sought. She placed her other hand on top of the one that held hers so that his hand was cradled between her palms. Looking back up at him, she asked again, "Would you say these things if we were back in 1964?" Before she spoke up and things changed irrevocably, she wanted to make sure this is really want Illya wanted. Verdammt, she thought. Some of Illya's overthinking had rubbed off on her.