Raising an eyebrow, Lux looked at Troy doubtfully. "Well...I doubt you could, I mean, I'm not...picky." That sounded bad. That sounded really bad. But what Lux had meant was that between his inexperience and her experience the chances of him doing something so out of the left field that she wouldn't like were very slim. Okay he was smiling, that was better than nothing. "Yes...?" Yes, she knew. And if he could stop mentioning it, it would be great too. Not that she didn't like to hear it, but dammit, she had already given in too much today. And then there came the difficult questions.
Lux pressed her lips together, unsure of how to answer. "I don't know, I can't promise you things in detail, you know, but...I guess we could give it a shot?" God it was like pulling teeth. Lux had never been good at talking about this kind of thing, she was much more of an actions type of person. "I...I guess. Some part of me does. I can't explain it, I'm not good at this. I told you I'd hurt you, see?" She sighed in frustration. "I'm not good with words and explanations, and now you'll think I'm using you, and what if I am, what if some part of me is? The truth is nobody has made me feel like you do in ages. It's...bar-none." Lame. And ridiculous. She was as good at this as she was at milking a cow, which was something she had attempted once and had gone very wrong for both herself and the cow in question.