Ok, Jollacrity definitely seems a little TOO impressed by all this. You may have overdone it. Generally you're not much to speak of in the rizz department, but when it comes to spitting ridiculous improvized game mechanics, you can knock anyone's socks off in no time flat, and this can lead to irreversible, oft-times compromising parasocial hyper-fixations which follow you around forever and then you have to deal with this shit somehow. Heaven forbid you then make any misteps, thus reversing the polarity of their affection into something more wrathful. As charismatic and sexy as you admittedly find this powerful alien presence, you must also admit on some level she scares the fucking shit out of you. Maybe you should start reeling it in...
The way Jollacrity is looking at you is making you nervous. What's she cooking now?