"I wouldn't dream of pushing you. I know I'm kind of salacious, but if you ever genuinely feel like I'm pushing you, tell me. I'm-" it all kind of flowed together, her insistence that she understood and respected however fast or slow he wanted to go, if he wanted any of it from her at all. He... seemed to, at least.

"I'm used to casual sex, no string attached if they're not wanted. Being told I'm sexy or that people want to sleep with me is surprising, sometimes, but less so than the times I hear that I'm beautiful. That people enjoy my company, that I'm wanted." She was flustering herself now, laughing nervously and shifting awkwardly in the middle of the room. "You called me pretty the other day, and since I know you weren't doing it just to get me to bed, it felt... different. I just want to be loved, and of course I'm not asking for that right away, or at all if you don't feel it, but it's... simple. It's so simple to make me happy."

She was rambling now, mostly because she didn't know how to stop. "I used to be alone for so long, and even when I came back to life I was alone with these fae that lost who they were the longer they stayed in the forest. I never want to forget who I am - and I just want someone to care enough to remember for me, if I forget. To remind me." She sniffled, turned away with her palm against her eye. "Shit. Sorry."