[ When he answers her, he's met with surprise, an embarrassed parting of her lips as she looks at him with wide eyes, and if it weren't for the gentle caress of his hand she'd probably pull away in her embarrassment, but in the end she stays put under his touch, allowing him to see if he so wishes the cogs turning in her mind, the realization slowly settling as she understands exactly what she did... ]

I... would apologize for accidentally doing that, but if you liked it, I suppose no harm was done, right?

[ No harm, true, although it doesn't do anything to help her— her mind is very suddenly alight with possibilities, Eula's mouth feeling a little too dry suddenly as she thinks back to the time he pinned her to the couch a couple of weeks back. Could she edge him to the point of frustration that he does that again, she wonders? Could she, possibly, push him to more? The involuntary swipe of her tongue over her lower lip is perhaps enough of a sign, if he's looking for it, that she's chased the worry away herself, at least for now—

Although his follow-up words a moment later certainly help in that regard too, an assurance that he won't speak up until he knows that she's ready, knows that she won't be left with an urge to just run and run and never stop. As he speaks, she smiles, the expression gentle compared to the movement of her tongue just moments before, and she loops her fingers through his with a small smile.

How, she catches herself thinking, did she get so lucky as to have this man in front of her? (It's a thought that makes her cheeks color as she chases it away to focus on his words, which this time make her shake her head, a certain sobriety brought back to her through them.) ]

Mm... maybe I won't. It might make me mad to know how little you looked after yourself in the past.