[ she can't see it, how her answer pulls the smile from his lips. though her own response remains light, this is the first he's met someone very assuredly against what is happening here that any levity that might have been beginning gets easily overtaken by a far more serious concern.

at her question, he sits with it for a moment. she'd been honest enough with him, and so he feels it's the least he can do to give the question enough consideration that he can be honest in turn. ]

I don't mind.

[ it's a sort of noncommittal answer, all things considered. but it's about as true as it can get. sex, and even sex with a supposed audience, doesn't factor very high on the list of things sein finds compunctions with. ]

It's like nothing I've ever done before, but I can see where the draw is. [ which is to say— ] I can even see myself enjoying it.

[ ah, but to be clear: ] With someone who was also willing.

[ from her side of the screen, tifa will begin to hear some rustling happening in his. it sounds as if he's stood, and a few rattles will alert her that he's now trying for the door. honestly, blame his newness; he hasn't yet come to learn how little the hotel allows for disobedience. ]