Kenna clamped her hands over her mouth briefly while she fought off her latest giggle fit. Once again, dodging the important questions! This encouraged her. She'd obviously guessed right. "Treat, I'm not saying you just want to shag her. We have established that you care about the girl. Now go in there and take things to the next level before she thinks you're incapable of it!" she encouraged.
He was really making this so much more difficult than it needed to be. "For God's sake, man. You got her in your house. She obviously knows you're kind of a freak, and she's obviously okay with that! Get in there! Tell her you saw the boogie man, or that you had a bad dream. Hell, tell her you had a dirty dream! About her! You know what you do? You go in there, and tell her you'll leave if she asks you to but you couldn't stand the distance of being just across the hall and you can't keep the act up anymore! Just go in there and do us proud!" Whispering or not, at this point MacKenna was practically waving imaginary pom-pons. "Then once you've properly exhausted her you can feed again. Everybody wins!"