“I know.” Lee puts her hands on either side of his face, kisses his mouth, then both his cheeks, which are always pinkish even when half his face isn't burnt off, and it's adorable. She might make some playful threat like she's heard other couples do, like if you ever cheated on me I'd throttle you, but she can't, for one thing because it's not anywhere close to true. If it happened she'd just cry.
“It's okay. You know? I don't think you're weird. Well, a little weird. But I like it.” He's never frightened her the way he frightens other people, and certainly not about this. Michael is the least sexual person she knows, considering he's the only one she's actually had sex with, and the least deserving of the title sexual deviant.