That was an incredibly loaded word, but Marek didn't even pause to consider it. He knew that it wasn't all his lust for her now, that he'd asked her out on a date instead of simply trying to get under her skirt because they had the potential for more than that, because he truly, genuinely liked her enough to consider that. And yes, he was definitely fueled and driven by desire right now, but that wasn't what had gotten him here. At least, it wasn't all that had gotten him here.
"Yes," he said breathlessly, expression willing and open and obviously suffused with want, but it wasn't only sexual. Felixa was nothing like anyone he'd ever met - strong, controlled, intelligent, skilled, passionate, fiery - and there wasn't any other answer on his tongue but yes. Yes, he was willing to be hers, to see what it was like. He could tell that there was a very, very good chance that he would enjoy it immensely.
But he held still, chest rising and falling rapidly as he dragged in breath, not knowing if that word was enough, or if she was expecting something else from him as well.