"How many aliens do you know?" he points out before leaning down and very gently, very sweetly, kissing her. He keeps it short, drawing back to look her in the eyes as he nods. Yes, he knows. And no, she doesn't have to say it. He won't say it either, not until she wants to. But... it's not as if there's nothing in his eyes. It's not as if he doesn't have something not to say either.