His smile takes on an impish cast at her declaration, one hand raising to cover his heart as if he could just swoon from that opinion. "I'd tell you to stop but we both know we're no good at that concept. And I'm a poor liar on top of it. Also, you never know--I could look great in a dress."

His expression softens; he reaches out to take one of her hands in both of his, briefly. Long enough to convey his esteem but ending in plenty of time before it becomes at all pushy or improper.

"It's good to see you, too. Dr. McCoy's here; I should introduce the two of you."