He takes the win.

"I'll try," he whispers. His lashes flutter as he tries not to inhale too deeply. He might lose his resolve and be swept up in taking her.

"I can't promise."

There's too much in him. Too much want. Too much confusion. Who knows if he'll even be himself then? Or remember? What if he can't control himself?

At least he manages to push against the floor, allowing himself to move back from her and work on getting his legs under him.