Teagan grinned at him, glad at his laughter. "No, you'd feel bad if I did even in your death," she replied, knowing it didn't make sense. But really, she was glad it had turned out as it had. She didn't regret it and she thought John had made more than enough effort to make sure it had. If he wasn't giving himself any credit, then she'd just have to keep telling him until he believed her.
She laughed. "Sometimes?" she echoed, shaking her head. "You do understand women... or at least me. Most of the time. And why would you listen to other people? Other people suck."
Shaking her head against his chest, she sighed. "John, can you just shut up? You didn't--" She shifted and pushed herself up so she was looking down at him. "You didn't do anything to me. Especially not that I didn't want for months. Can you just stop talking like that? Like I'm so traumatized victim of yours or something? I'm not. You didn't do anything to me, for God's sake, okay? And you know, if I'm lucky, maybe we'll do it again and I won't be complete rubbish at it." She smiled, hoping that he understood now that that she wasn't mad but was still serious.