He's nodding his head before he even realizes what he's doing. Words might fail him, but he knows that the one thing that will remain steady is the fact that he can nod and mouth 'si', because he hasn't got anything else to offer but himself, his heart, and everything on a platter.

"You said there were two types of guys," he manages to find his English. "Not me. You never said." Jake is the one who talks and can navigate whole conversations. If she had feelings, why didn't she just say?