There's relief in her acceptance, though it's certainly take a bit to banish all the images in his mind. He shuts his eyes for a moment, just savoring the quiet. But it's not too long before he looks back to her.

"I'm not tryin' ta tell you who ta be in all this," he offers gently. "I just want ya ta understand why I'm...tryin' ta be better. It isn't about me not wantin' ta be wicked."

And when it comes down to it, somewhere in the back of his mind, he knows he'll lose the battle again at some point and beg for her in longing. Or he'll just fucking take her.