It sank in, slowly, what he was saying. Emmeline wasn't dense, not really; if she had truly missed any signals, it was simply because she had not been looking, due to the other things on her mind. But she understood him now.
A small smile appeared on her face, and she looked right at him. "Why, Kingsley Shacklebolt," she said. "And here you had me thinking you were just a shameless flirt."