Brian followed the train of Betsy's mind and it led him to feel relieved at the mutual (though fairly obvious) feeling they shared. And, he felt extremely flattered, but it wasn't as though he hadn't guessed before. Other, older women he had found attractive were tall, beautiful and intelligent - very similar to Betsy. They held each other in high regard and he liked it that way.
"Wouldn't have it any other way."
When Betsy's eyes met his, he saw her smile in them as much as on her lips and he smiled fondly himself. His nose came down and touched to hers, and he gave her an Eskimo kiss. His arms moved then to envelope her and he pressed her to him, "I'm-" he cut himself off and decided to speak his feelings mentally; 'so lost when you're not near me.' With a gentle, easy strength, he pulled her up atop him so that he was holding her much like a teddy bear, but then eased his arms to relax so she could adjust - or poke him in the eye for treating her like a rag doll. He caught her blue gaze and stared for a moment before closing his own blue orbs with a nearly pained expression on his features. Sometimes it felt as though they were one person, and that was something way intense, even for Captain Britain.