He mirrored her grin with one of his own, then settled into a soft smile at her words. Reaching out, he took both of her hands, cupping them as he drew them close to his chest.

"I know, Mary. But I'm not expecting anything from you, not this time around. I'm... more interested in what I can do to make you feel good, instead." Everything else could wait; he could wait. He knew he could easily find his own pleasure even if she took a while to be at ease or learn what things she could do to make him feel good. But they'd work on those together, with time.