Because I can, he thought with a smirk. But he knew better than to say that out loud. Confessing something like that might cause her to run off, or worse, react with a slap. So he just shrugged. "Because.. I'm a nice guy. Because I like to see others enjoying themselves. I like to see a girl happy."
He shook his head when she mentioned being a whore. "No.. I don't. Whores make money. If I thought you were a whore, I would have already paid you. Not that there is anything wrong with whores, not unless you believe whatever this foolish society tells you. But you.. are definitely not a whore. You're not. There's nothing wrong with feeling good. Believe me, I know."
He felt her hands on his stomach. He saw that as a sign of pushing him away. He could probably do more, but.. he was not into force. It was better when people were made to believe they wanted it. So.. he stepped back a little, though his hand still occasionally rubbed on her shoulder. "I apologize.. I do not mean to make you uncomfortable. I just could not resist. I hoped to make you feel better. It did feel pretty good, didn't it? But.. if you would like me to stop.." He didn't finish, figuring that if she did enjoy his touches, she may ask for it again.