Refreshing straightforwardness aside - not entirely, she was a bit pleased with herself about it - the last time anything like this had happened, it hadn't been much like this at all. She'd been sixteen, and the older man she'd been fooling around with had been human, and she'd still been slightly inclined to think of an orgasm she didn't give herself as a bonus not to necessarily be expected. She'd been worried about STDs, not whether or not she was going to need orange juice and a biscuit afterwards.

It was nice, abruptly, to be kissed and to enjoy it and to have decided what she wanted and gone to get it.

"Yes," she informed him, when certain height differences necessitated a moment's pause, "I am."