He takes that hand and kisses her palm, wondering whether he has thought that he could do anything to her. And the answer is yes, but because he knows how to ask and doesn't force it. Which is better, in a situation like this.

A small voice in the back of his mind pipes up that sometimes he misses the other ways of doing things but he banishes it immediately, the way he did that first night here. This isn't the time or place.

'I'll always stop if you ask me to. You know that. And I'll always ask for what I want - if you want to say no, say no.'

It doesn't hurt to lay it out there, evn if she knows already.