The hand on her side grips just a little firmer. His eyes rake over her, watching her, drinking her in, doing anything but hiding the way he looks at her.

Her agreement makes him smile, just a little, and it's that that brings that same hand up a little, sliding along her side before slipping away to move elsewhere. Her hair has been pinned back, that magnificent hair, and instinctively it's there he reaches first, gentle fingertips curled slightly as they touch the edge of her curls and reach around behind her head as he talks.

"But equally," he starts slowly, finding one of the pins in her hair with deft movements (it's almost like he's done this sort of thing before). "Anything you do want me to do, I will. Anything at all."

Carefully, he pulls the pins back, freeing her hair from its restraints, his fingers pressing into the curls to rearrange them and let them fall more freely.

"You're in control here," he tells her. He wants her to know that. He knows she's nervous, and he gets it. But this isn't about getting a quick fix, it's not about a notch on a bedpost, it's never that, and he can see that she might need a little more delicacy, at least at first.

"What you say goes." A promise as his eyes flick over her again, a smile at her newly freed hair.

"Much better," he tells her.