[She visibly relaxes, when he tells her that she won't be tied up or hurt. Can she handle doing it to another person? She's willing to give it a shot. The way he speaks is comforting, too. The way he clearly distinguishes himself from the others. He wasn't his father, and he wasn't Vaughn. He was Nathaniel, a loving, considerate man.

She flops unceremoniously against him, nuzzling into his neck. Maker, she felt guilty for having so much trouble separating them in her mind.]

It wouldn't kill you to shave for it, for one.

[She murmurs, more joking than not, as she rubs her face against his stubble.]

But alright. I don't like humiliation, either. I mean--Maybe I could do it? I don't know. I'll admit, I've only had experience with Krem--Doing this kind of stuff. And he was top for it.