Her smile was beautiful, perfect. He could observe how it was lighting up her face and there was no hint of embarrassment or disgust in it at all. Quite the opposite. She looked so happy.
“I would not want you to agree just to make me comfortable,” he said after a moment. “But there is perhaps also a limit to how much I should consent to for your comfort. As much as I am willing to adjust, I do not want to risk losing my sense of... self worth, I hope that makes sense without insult,” he tried his best to explain to her.