[Armin grins, wide and bright.]

I don't thinks so. I don't know the name. They're probably just another book-lover or something.

You, on the other hand, know who I am and what I'm capable of, in pretty much every way. I'm a menace.

And yet you want to go on a date with me.

[Armin doesn't ask 'do you want to go?' because he doesn't doubt this, suddenly, though he wonders if Jean will deny it.]