'Like what? Talk filthy at you?'

Bloody hell. Just goes to show. Acts all innocent but underneath, mind in the gutter like everyone else.

He is so relieved to hear it.

He automatically arches up to meet her body, wanting her skin against his as much as she does, though it hardly helps his state of repressed desperation.

'Pretty hard t'do that, when you've never tol' me what you like. Or what you think you'd like.'

Knowing their luck, he'd say something that would totally put her off. And that would be nothing short of disasterous at this point.