It's not likely to be easy for anyone. She'll have to hope he can see that her freedom means she always comes to him freely, and that can be a beautiful thing. Freely given joy is, in the end, the only lasting gift she has to give.

It's a nerve she didn't know she had. (Anyone getting the impression she doesn't spend a lot of time in self-contemplation would be correct.) It's a little odd, to have him point that out, like it's easy and obvious. Like she should know these things because they're part of the natural order. There's a flicker of a frown when he looks away because it makes her think she's done something wrong. The touch is reassuring on a number of levels and she leans into it.

"That was kind." When her blush starts to fade she reaches over to turn his face toward her again so she can kiss him. It's a soft kiss but a rich one, full of the things she's discovering she feels for him beyond passion. "Thank you."