She could see the frustration and confusion in his expression, and she knew what it meant. She had to remind herself that, though he had thousands of years of life to work with, very little of that had been spent with humans, and none of it had been spent wooing women. She leaned even closer, close enough to feel his breath against her lips, but still she didn't touch him. She held her body rigidly in place, keeping that fine line of distance between them.
She looked at him, and she hoped her face was as easy to read as his. Gone were the smirks, the sly looks, the raised eyebrows, and cut eyes. She looked at him openly, her expression almost sad, because she knew how difficult this was for both of them. She should have been disgusted with herself, but she would save that self loathing for later. For now, she'd own it. She'd own that she wanted him, not his body, just him.
"Then do it," she told him. "Just once. Just see how it feels." She wanted to say "To see how it makes you feel but she held it in. As hard as this situation was for her to own up to, she couldn't even fathom what he must be going through. At least she had human emotions and experience to draw from. Him, though? He had only her...and what a poor teacher she was turning out to be.