He isn't looking at her too expectantly, but there's something resembling hope in his gaze. He might get things wrong from time to time but he really doesn't think there's any way he'd misinterpreted the situation, not when his senses hadn't been dulled by too much to drink.

"Alright, then," he says, releasing a breath he isn't even aware he'd been holding in. Not that he has any idea where to go about it from here, but it's something just to know.