She knows if she said 'no' he'd let her stand, he'd let her get space. She doesn't know how things would go after that but she knows he wouldn't hurt her. It makes her want him all the more.

"Fuck, yes," a little note of hungry pleading in it. "I want- ba ...m-mhaith liom tú." It's harder to keep the phrase straight in her head now but she thinks she manages and it gives her the littlest flicker of pride. "Do you want me, too?"