There was no question that he was misunderstanding her. There was nothing hesitant about that statement.
So, what the hell was he doing, still sitting here?
He was on his feet and almost out of the door to his room before remembering to go back and close the little notebook. Then, he was out his own door-- and standing in front of hers.
There, he hesitated. If she had changed her mind, he would not be surprised. But... what if she had not? He had wanted her since shortly after she reached womanhood, but knew that he would have to wait for her. Granted, he had not thought he would have to wait nearly a decade (or a millennium, he thought with a laugh); but this was never quite how he expected they would finally end that wait. What if, after all that time, he failed to make it as good for her as she deserved?
With a mental kick, he raised his hand and knocked. He would most certainly not fail her; he would make sure she--
Then, the door was open and she was smiling a little shyly at him.
His doubts fled, and he was simply certain that this was going to be the most fantastic event in his life.