[oh gods, it's a miracle his knees don't completely buckle when she says that. His flush deepens to match hers, and though a rather large part of him is fighting the urge to flee, his arms steadily hold Raven just as close.]
[The fear shows in his eyes, how he wants to tell her this is too fast not because the twenty-two year-old male part of him doesn't want to see where this is going but because he's stone and won't it be difficult and strange and --]
[A deep breath calms him, and he manages a little smile.]
I -- I'm sure you would. [His dry mouth is barely working, how embarrassing. But he trusts her, enough to not protest. She knows what he is, and accepts it, and if she wants more then... it seems stupid to deny something they both want because of his own insecurities. Especially when, he's all too aware, refusing her might make her feel insecure and he would never, ever want that.]