[She smiles, giving him a considering look as she absently slides the leather of his belt free from the buckle of it. She likes that he's concerned for her, attentive, and careful. But she wants to let him know that she's not as fragile as he thinks, or fears.
So before she unzips his pants she pauses to comb her long blond hair over one shoulder, baring the other. She stretches the skin tight by tilting her head, and leans down towards him.] Bite me. [An odd request, sure. But her skin, with a little concentration, has become extraordinary durable.] I want to show you that you won't hurt me.