"Sometimes it does," she conceded. "It never bothers me," she hurriedly tacked on. "But if you were anyone else, I'd have rolled you in they hay and ditched you by now." She paused for a moment, realizing he would have no idea what she was talking, and sighed. "A roll in the hay means sex," she supplied before he had a chance to ask. She was on the verge of telling him something she had yet to really say. He'd told her he cared about her on more than one occasion. She'd pushed him to admit the extent of his feelings, but she'd never really returned the favor. Now, so close to him in the flickering light, there didn't seem to be as many reasons not to. "I care about you, and it's not something I'm built to deal with," she admitted. "They tend to cut that part out of us in Hell. But you...you make me happy, too, even when I have to run away," she finished, opting to use his own words, so he might understand what she was trying to say to him. She'd been in weak positions before, strapped down, tortured...but she'd never really felt vulnerable until now.
Leaning in, her chest lightly touched his. When she looked up at him, they were so close together she could feel his breath against her face. She resisted the urge push away the damned blanket and take what she wanted from him. She knew he'd be willing enough, but that wasn't the game they were playing. As much as she wanted to, she couldn't call the shots between them. Not in this.
"You can do more than touch me, you know," she teased quietly, licking her lower lip ever so slightly as she looked up at him. "You're spending time with me. Now what do you want to do with that time?"