In Tommy's world, two thousand dollars is what someone earning roughly around minimum wage would earn in a month -- before taxes -- but he understands that it's worth a whole lot more in Kate's era. So he'll consider it a nice haul for her, and it was apparently for a good cause.

As she shifts her position, his arms slide from her body, his hands sweeping down her sides to rest on her hips.

"Freaked out? No! No, 'course not, honey. No, no. ...Yes, actually-- but no. A little. Maybe. I dunno."

He sighs and utters a dry chuckle, shaking his head and running a hand through his hair.

"It's just-- I ain't used to being with someone who-- does what you do. But believe me, baby, I'm tryin' to get my head around it, okay, and-- I swear, I remember what you said, I ain't gonna tell you what you can or can't do, but--"

Frowning, he purses his lips and glances away as he runs his palms up and down her thighs. After another deep sigh, his eyes flick back up to hers.

"Can I just maybe say-- I wish you didn't hafta do that? I mean, of course I know you're gonna do it anyways, but I'm just sayin'. It ain't even a suggestion. Or an actual wish. Y'know. Just a statement. Of how I-- y'know-- feel."