[ Like a contented cat, Rey answers the scratch of his nails with some stretching, though she's careful not to crush any of his soft bits as her hips shift with it. The bond, at least, had communicated his caution. Relaxed and growing gradually sleepier, she offers her most honest answer first: ]
I don't want to punish you, Ben.
[ Because she doesn't. That's of no interest to her. She wants him to improve; she doesn't take joy in the process to get there. But something nags at the edge of her awareness, that maybe it's not what he means, and her eyes open back up. The bond prickles with her heightened scrutiny. Like she's waking back up. ]
Do you ... ? [ She isn't sure which question to ask: does he want her to, or does he want to be the arbiter of it? He had, after all, offered to teach her a number of times, and apparently this was his method. ]
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I don't want to punish you, Ben.
[ Because she doesn't. That's of no interest to her. She wants him to improve; she doesn't take joy in the process to get there. But something nags at the edge of her awareness, that maybe it's not what he means, and her eyes open back up. The bond prickles with her heightened scrutiny. Like she's waking back up. ]
Do you ... ? [ She isn't sure which question to ask: does he want her to, or does he want to be the arbiter of it? He had, after all, offered to teach her a number of times, and apparently this was his method. ]