She would let go, if he got tense or pulled slightly. She didn't want to make it more uncomfortable, she didn't want to make things worse.
"I only know what you tell me, tell the world, I suppose. Only know what you've allowed me to know. I don't have to be.. involved though, if it bothers you. I can step back, stop trying."
Offered softly, this wasn't about force. Then she chuckled, shrugging faintly.
"I could hurt you. I could break you into a million pieces and leave you broken, bleeding and begging on the floor. I won't though, because you don't trust me enough, I don't know you deeply enough to be able to build you back up afterwards."
A little smirk and a nuzzle against the side of his head, a purr into his ear.. then she shifts, becoming platonic again in a heartbeat.
"That's what it's about you know. You can't just break someone and leave them like that, it's weak and cowardly and selfish. If you tear them apart, you have to put them back together, drain the infection, cleanse the wounds and then let them heal."