[Oh Bruce, no. Her expression softens somewhat as she rises to her feet again. She'd kept her distance while making her offer out of respect for him, to not crowd him or pressure him. Now it's different as she steps closer, still a couple steps away, but near all the same.]

Better than a trusted, attractive friend? Surely not.

[She doesn't quantify the value in people, not in the way he's implying, though she doesn't take offense at the related implication. That comment is surely born of his thoughts about himself, not about her. Carefully she reaches up, cups his cheek in one hand.]

It's not that hard to believe that I could be interested, is it?