Well, it was a good thing she didn't have a shameless bone in her body, and never had. He and Edward did bring out a more romantic side to it, she often wondered if she'd stumbled into one of her more fluffy romance novels, with how warm they was toward her. It wasn't anything she was used to, but she was getting used to it. Rapidly. But his acknowledgement of her shamelessness, and the fondness he had, renewed the grin on her face, not that it had ever reached the point of fading.
"I'm afraid that you might have to go a little easy on me. While I now know my limit in how much weight I can take, I still don't know a lot of things about myself. And I don't believe in safe words, I will tell you if something hurts or not. Verbally, if you hear me suck in a breath... that might not exactly mean that it hurts." Bryn teased in that last bit as she moved closer. But she did know her appetites. And knew how well he was able to arouse her with little more than the brush of his fingers.
"But I have no training in any fighting styles, I was more of a brawler. More likely to yank someone close and headbutt them than I was to say roundhouse kick them." But in her human days, she was able to put down more than a few Norsemen twice her size. "I'll keep it clean though, I don't want to injure important bits of you that need to remain functioning."