It was probably best that she wasn't looking at him; his reaction to something that unexpected was his usual inscrutable expression. It wasn't as could be called inviting. The moment she stood he regretted it, though - he thought he should do something, though he had no idea what. Unless it was simply drunken chatter (he didn't have much business thinking she would say something like that to him and mean it, he ought to have known that), in which case he should have ...
Well, he still didn't know. For someone who had so recently prided himself on being extremely brave, taking risks was suddenly incredibly daunting. He should have felt ridiculous for hoping that she meant even a little of it. "No, you - it's all right," he said, cursing himself. He stood. If she wanted to leave, he ought to let her, but he wasn't moving to show her the door. "Nothing to be sorry for."