For a moment, his hand on her shoulder tightened, and he frowned, affronted. What did she mean, no? Was she a hot slut or not? (And he'd bragged to the dead about this- she was making him look like a fool!)
But. He couldn't push this. He relaxed his hand, and smiled, and kissed her again. "As you wish," he said. He could fuck her if that was what she wanted. It wasn't a poor option.