[Once it occurs to him that she isn't going to yell at him, he gets absorbed in her math again, biting a nail as he reads over every little equation, stopping only when he realizes that Bennett seems to be squeaking.]

How do you not realize this is awesome? [He hands her the paper again and just stares at her, baffled by her own self-deprecation. Maybe he had more pride than either of them, but she was a sexy little brain goddess.]

I only wish I could think like that. I mean, I can think like that, but not... as detailed or... [He flails a hand.] It's art. What I do is macaroni doodles in comparison.

[In hindsight, maybe if he had told her this from the start, they could have avoided all that, but then it smacked of insincerity- after all, he hadn't seen her work then.]