Merwyn held still and let Gwenog touch him as she wanted, pliant but not passive, obedient and submissive without checking out. He swallowed hard as his mouth was suddenly dry, anticipation and nervousness colliding, and the latter not in regards to performance but rather because he wasn't sure he was worth this. He didn't think he could be enough, be good enough, for Gwenog Jones; she had chosen him though, of all the people she could have spoken to and she didn't have to ask him if he wanted to come back to hers. Or his. Whichever. He had to trust in that and hope he didn't let her down, waste her time, make her regret her decision.
"Wherever you'd be most comfortable." he offered. "My place is clean." he reassured. "But really, whatever you'd like." He lifted their joined hands and pressed a kiss to her knuckles that was almost chaste before dropping them down again, still linked and happy for the connection.