He leaned into her, and asked, "Do you like me?" and the way he said it was an accusation, not a question.
She stood quite still for a moment and then she laughed a little. "That's not something you ask someone. That's not something you ask because unless you want to confess your own answer to the question, it's disrespectful to assume that they want to confess. You can't ask someone something like that unless you have already given your answer. It's rude. It's a power play. But yeah, of course I like you. You are very likable. Lots of people are likable. I meet someone new I'd like to sleep with pretty much every day. So it doesn't excuse you being rude. Do you like me?" and as she spoke, she had stopped laughing.
"I don't want to answer that," and he was standing too close, it made her angry.
"What the fuck, that's terrible. That might make you a terrible person." but she was smiling again.