[Any initial retort to that is focused into the way he gives her throat a shove, back down against the bed before relenting the slightest bit in how tightly his fingers have curled around it. He takes a breath, looking down and leaning over her.] Let's see for how long you can still keep seeing the good in anything, and anyone.
[His hand traces down, her jaw and neck in a way that at first seems led down towards her chest in a sensual manner, but his eyes are appraising her body in another way. The arteries, the bones, joints and muscle. She's something to look at, alright, but knowing every little part you can disassemble on a person is equally as fascinating. But he flicks his eyes back up to hers, his hand then traveling down the curves of her body in what is more obviously just to feel her hips and breasts. As you'd think one would expect, given the situation. Not, however, as if possibly stumped at where to start.]