[He goes down willingly, of course, sitting on the edge and looking up at her, waiting for her to speak and waiting a moment - making sure she isn't going to say more - before he reaches out and places his hand on her hip, sliding up and also pulling her down a little closer]
Then it won't be. [Don't overthink it, maybe? Or, rather,] I'm not asking for anything you don't want to give me, love.