But it was nice. I thought it was very nice. But... [Elizabeth slides off of Gai's lap completely, face still red, eyes firmly on her skirt.]

It just seems cruel to, ah... [She gestures awkwardly towards Gai's lap.] ...and not do anything about it.

Not that I don't like you! I just... [Elizabeth can't find an adequate phrase that doesn't say, in her opinion, 'I don't like you enough to go that far'.] I really like you. It isn't that I don't like you. Does that make sense?