He didn't even want to go there with some of the wrong images her retort brought up, but privately, Daniel caught the slip. It just confirmed that she thought more about him than having her finding him just physically attractive, or having glasses and academic fetish.

Daniel kept his mouth shut. No way he was saying those words. Besides, he didn't think that kind of confession would work. Not that she didn't have very nice legs or anything. She had extremely nice legs, but there was more to it than that. He didn't believe in curses or magic, but somehow whatever technology this "goddess" used sensed a connection between them, and he doubted it was based solely physical attraction. If his hunch was right, this confession was based on honesty. The good news was that he didn't have to look her in the eyes. The bad news was that that body sharing was more intimate than that and they didn't have to see each other's faces.

It helped if he could put it into words, but this was the best a suddenly failed linguist was going to do.

"Vala," Daniel took a deep breath and tried to ignore the nagging sense of betrayal. Or the rising embarrassment, because he usually didn't go admitting his feelings openly to most people. Even the people he was close to, like Jack. "I want you to listen very carefully because I can only say this once. "

The archaeologist tried to put as much weight in every single word that followed, because what he couldn't express in more words or more clearly was under the surface if she looked. "I care about you, more than I have any right to."

That was going to have to be it. For all his words, Daniel couldn't sum up the conflicted feelings much better.