There were a few circumstances under which Henry was perfectly content to be led about, and being invited into the bedroom of a beautiful woman was certainly one of those. It did not hurt things, of course, that he was quite enjoying the view as he followed Anne upstairs, particularly when she glanced at him. The look she gave was so full of impertinent anticipation that he couldn't help but quicken his pace.
Anne wasted no time, pulling Henry into a kiss almost immediately, and he was surprised and pleased by her assertiveness. His impression from reading into history was that Anne Boleyn was a woman who did not hesitate to get what she wanted. It was a trait they seemed to share, Henry thought as he responded with a searing kiss of his own instigation.
"I should very much expect so," Henry said quickly, shrugging out of his jacket and pulling at the buttons of his shirt, "I can only hope I live up to the expectations you might have for me, even if 'I' did set them." Shirt hanging open, he pressed his mouth to Anne's again, this time letting his hands wander, caressing her back before cupping her breasts.