[Only you would feel distressed. Well, it can't get much clearer than that.
Reeve feels a slump coming on in her shoulders, but refuses to let her emotions get the better of her posture. She would say that this isn't how she'd planned for the evening to end but she hadn't had a plan at all. She'd been acting on impulse.
Wishing more than ever that she was standing, she meets Sephiroth's eyes.

I understand what you say about your difference-- that's something only you can truly measure, of course. Just as only I can weigh my emotions. I have to tell you, I don't feel a bit unlike myself-- and I've known myself for some time now. Nothing I've feet, nothing I've done-- is out of character for me. I'm adaptable, my psychology can adjust to change-- as can yours, I'm sure.

Of course I grasp the implications of our captivity, but I must tell you, I don't really give a damn what the Queen wants. What you want is another matter.

I respect your feelings, of course. [There's a short, (and on Reeve's part) awkward pause.]
Well. There's no qualifier for that.