Poor Anders. Tink didn't really catch the sadness in his voice because she was so worried about the pounding of her own heart.
"And that I always want you and Sir Pounce around?" She added, hoping that maybe he would catch on. She wouldn't have to come out and say what she wanted to say. She was afraid it was too soon, or that he wasn't interested in the same things she was, or any plethora of reasons he might shoot her down.