Dance Floor: Tobias and Belle
"As long as there is consent sexual activity is not wrong and should not be limited." A smile. Belle understood what he was saying though. He was virile and there was no doubt in her mind that he would be as much a challenge to her in bed as he was out of it. His intelligence and interest in her gender would ensure that he would not leave a girl wanting. It caused warmth to coil in her, her body signalling want, a desire to know what it would be like to touch and be touched by such a man.
A tiny smirk was offered at his next words. "Wanting is entirely natural. The question comes of seeking and gaining what you want. It isn't always easy, you know." Because many had tried to gain her heart- or her bed- and been turned away. She needed, well, someone like him. Someone who was not afraid of her intelligence and would not shy away from challenging her mentally. Showing her when she was wrong and enticing her to explore and study more.
A slightly raised eyebrow and she regarded him silently for a moment before speaking again. "I believe that I should want a man who is willing and able to break the shackles of social convention and rescue me from the vapid mindlessness I am expected to portray to win a mate." Because it was true. She was intelligent and capable and yet so many only wanted to pluck her for her physical beauty. She accepted that her appearance was valuable, but it was not everything. It was not nearly as important as what she could do.
"It is not using if you desire her mind as well as her body, and she feels that toward you as well." Her eyes moved to his. Yes, she was a virgin, but it was more a failure of men to show her the proper desire than any requirement that she stay as such.