"Yes, that will do," she murmurs, head tilted slightly. Definitely not a word that will organically come up between them during sex and definitely enough to make her pull back and stop when she hears it.

Sasha doesn't dig any further into the choice of word, instead, pushing herself back off the bed and crossing the floor with a grace that combat boots often hide. He's still giving her that vibe of a scared little rabbit, and that won't do. Won't do at all.

So she crosses the room to him, hands gently and careful as she rests them on his chest, slowly slipping up behind his neck and she draws him down and kisses him. Slowly again, teasing almost as she draws him in and judges what she can do against his reactions.