"Um, thanks," Chris wasn't used to getting complimented. "That's actually just what I wanted to hear." He wanted to her to have time to be Sansa. To discover who she was and what she liked, without being trapped by another person, or another name. "Although, in my family, the women are the ones who keep their names. Not that I'm proposing to you." He added in a hurry, because her world and culture was weird and he didn't want anything he said to be taken wrong.

So, he just held her hands, squeezing back gently, threading his fingers through her own. It felt nice, and calm and warm. "I really do enjoy spending time with you though," Chris settled on saying that instead of 'I really do like you,' so she didn't flee out the nearest window.