She lets out a breath she hadn't been fully aware she'd been holding, pleased beyond reason at having done a good job. Her smile is shakey, but true, and at the compliment she hesitates.

"I'm...Glad you think so...?" He'd called her pretty, so that's how she was supposed to respond, right? She's not sure if it was deliberate test or not, but she peeks up at hm shyly, uncertain.

But god, she wants to kiss him. Every fiber of her being practically aches for more of his touch, but she can tell he doesn't seem to want just 'yes.' She doesn't know what, exactly, he's looking for though and anxiety worms its way around her heart. "I...I want to kiss you. B-but... But you don't have...to ask permission..."