I haven't even got you dressed yet, and you already seem kinda anxious...

[She looks up at him from between his knees, picks at the satiny fabric covering them, a little]

I know you still aren't all that comfortable with this... And I get it, trust me. And even though I like messing with you, I don't wanna do anything that'd actually make you feel bad. So if I'm ever hassling you too much...I want you to tell me.

But...if there's something that makes you feel good, no point in holding back, right? Why not own it and pursue it and enjoy it?