And yet how well could she know him when she wasn't quite sure what that look meant? Being confined more or less in a room with her had left him pacing at times, at least in his head. It'd be different if there were sun. She'd be safer out there with the sun. But being cooped up for the most part left pent up energy. And he was use to knocking Fala around with that kind of energy, but she wasn't here.
It only took a heartbeat for his already coiled muscles to move, maybe less. She'll find herself on her back, with him over her looking down. One leg on either side of her waist and his hands holding himself up just above her shoulders. The faintest tension in his muscle sang not only of the restraint he held onto but the slight hesitance because she did trust him. "Asking me what I want might be like playing with fire."