Whatever heat she'd been feeling moments ago is gone now, his worries are like a splash of cold water. She cannot fault him for having them. How could she? And she cannot say that she is well-versed in what it is like to be physically intimate with a warriorborn and what instinct might drive him to do, should he lose his concentration (like she wants him to). And yet...

"You are not a beast, Benedict," she reminds him firmly, her thumb slipping from his lips as she refuses to inspect him like a farmer might inspect his dog's mouth. "You are more controlled than most men I have ever met. And you have proven yourself capable of kissing me without harming me." There's a prickle of disappointment (that she hides very well) that comes with what she is about to say.

"However, you need not let your worries ruin your enjoyment of this. I am quite capable of bringing pleasure upon myself." She offers him a wicked smile, accepting that this liaison may have its limitations but she will not put an end to it simply because he is cautious about using his mouth or hands. "You may watch if you like."