He might have continued where she said she wanted to stop if he had not removed himself. Everything in his life followed nonverbal communication; followed the detail-oriented intuition he had connecting into those around him. Words could be false or misleading but nonverbal always told the truth. While her nonverbal called out for more, what he knew of her meant he chose her words unless she furthered her actions after he separated himself. The separation of their bodies became important in allowing the mind to not get caught up in hormones.
Her whimper made him smirk all the same.
"I'm not sure. They might decide to be protective for the night because of the rats." Will took a seat on the edge of his bed. Buster snorting in a seamless sleep atop one of the pillows on the other bed. The small dog must have felt there would be no more rats for him to attack. "You can choose whichever bed to sleep on. I can sleep on the other one," he offered. The logistics of the situation easy to grasp onto instead of what just happened.
"I have a t-shirt you could wear if you want to change out of your dress." He smirked, lowering his eyes to the ground. "And we each have our own bottle of whiskey if you want to go through that one."