Vianna giggled lightly at his beaming face, amused by how well he seemed to have taken the confession she had been so worried about moments before. She rested her head on his chest as he leaned back into the couch, and began absentmindedly fidgeting with the ends of his shirt; like him, she found it impossible to wipe the smile off her face. She was quiet for a couple moments before speaking once again, "So..." she started casually and even somewhat playfully. "Does this mean you don't think I'm a complete creeper?"