[If it were just teasing, if it were just a slightly embarrassed refusal with the secret desire of him pressing further, he'd keep going, keep trying to satisfy her, but he can hear in her tone that she really doesn't want him to. It's hard to tell why, and maybe he'd understand better if he weren't so fuzzy and dizzy and pleasantly worn out, but the last thing he wants to do is turn the night sour. Her grip on his wrist is sign enough that he shouldn't progress further, that he should let things stand where they are.
So he draws his hand back, smiling at her a little, setting his hand on the sheets between them, somewhere safe where she can't possibly think he'll try anything more.]
Okay, if you say so.
[There's still that dangling offer in his tone, of course, the indication that if she wants anything at all, he's more than willing to provide. But, more importantly, he wants her to know that he listens to what she wants, that he doesn't simply do as he pleases. That seems important to impart to her, when she has such a fragile tone, when she's been so shy all night.]
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So he draws his hand back, smiling at her a little, setting his hand on the sheets between them, somewhere safe where she can't possibly think he'll try anything more.]
Okay, if you say so.
[There's still that dangling offer in his tone, of course, the indication that if she wants anything at all, he's more than willing to provide. But, more importantly, he wants her to know that he listens to what she wants, that he doesn't simply do as he pleases. That seems important to impart to her, when she has such a fragile tone, when she's been so shy all night.]