[She stares at him for a long while after all that, eyebrows arching up higher and higher with the more he speaks. Eventually, she can't help but laugh, cupping her mouth with both hands to hide her amused smile.]

Talking about how nice I look does tend to win me over.

[She's an egomaniac, okay. It's a problem.]

Suppose if we weren't in the middle of the desert, and were at a gala instead, I'd suggest we go out sometime. For drinks, since I'm not sure I have the patience to commit to dinner.