Alice blushes as well. Well, at least Victor isn't entirely unprepared for this confession. This would be transparent to a member of her own sex, wouldn't it? At least one with some knowledge of relationships. "I -- I--" She throws her hands up in the air. "I don't know how to deal with this! I've never -- they don't teach one about these feelings in Rutledge! Every time I look at you, all I can think about is how you looked without that suit on!" She's picturing it right now, try as hard as she might not to do so. Bloody hell, that chest. . . .