This was turning out to be a lot more fun than Gwenog had been anticipating. This woman was, she was something. She thought back briefly to the dyke comment that had first hailed her and wondered just how much she was pushing this, how much she wanted this. She needed to make sure. Yes Gwenog loved sex, but she loved consensual sex, enthusiastically consensual.
As the woman moved her hands she smiled, relatively certain she wanted this. Still, she wanted to be sure. She removed her hands, looking the woman in the eyes. "I'm not all talk, but I am all about consent," she said, firm and loud enough to be heard. "You want this, we can do it, but you can say no at any time and I'll stop, push me away and I'll stop. I don't do relationships, and I don't do people who sell me out to the press. Your choice," she said, taking a step back, giving her a moment to consider her decision, put a space between them.