"I'm not sure it's possible for you to do something I don't like," he admitted, his hand lifting to her hair, fingers curling reflexively against the back of her skull, cradling her more than guiding.

Truthfully, he didn't know the first thing about what he might want from this. He was learning, just as much as she was, and it seemed, for the moment, that she had the upper hand.

He ought to have been used to it by now.