"Sure, it's different," he agreed, although he wasn't entirely sure what she meant by her explanation. He didn't think that war was uglier to think about than rape. "Don't think about it," he said softly, as if that were at all possible. He didn't want her worrying about it anymore.
He gave her a half smile and a nod, supposing that she had really. "All right. Then I won't act like you're breakable. Might nudge you awake before trying it on, but I won't treat you like you're fragile. Promise," he assured her. Promising someone rough sex was a sort of declaration of love, wasn't it?
"Okay. Do you want some tea?" he asked with a wry smile since it seemed to be one of those things now.