He rolls onto his side, facing her fully, letting himself be swept up by her apparent desire. That she wants him this badly feels baffling to him, when he stops to think about it - he's not in bad shape, but he pales in comparison to the man she knows - and so he doesn't stop to think. Kissing her, nipping at her mouth, letting his tongue slide along hers - it's easy to stay locked into sensation, at least for a while. His hand moves over her side, coming to rest just above the swell of her hip, making no effort to cop a feel.

When they're both breathing heavily, his lips lingering at the corner of her mouth, he mumbles, "What do you want, Dana? How far are we taking this?"

He's fairly sure he knows what her answer will be, but that doesn't make it any less mind-boggling to him in the moment.