[ He holds on tighter and she presses her teeth into her lip, finding the back of the chair again as she slides back into it again. At least she hasn't completely offended him, by how he doesn't want to hand it back. By the choice of the word 'when'.

There's a point though to the way she places herself neatly away from him now, resting her arms on the back of the chair again. ]

It's..a lot. How much he...feels. I can tell he's trying to hold it all back and it's still more than i can handle. [ Something a little easier to talk about than...well whatever this is. ] And by the way, he's not average in the least either. I don't think I'll tire of rutting with him any time soon. You're actually missing out on that one.

[ There's a beat as Sylvie just watches him for a moment, eyebrows slightly furrowed-- and then goes back on topic. ]

I don't expect anything from you, at all really. Not even [ She waves a bit between the two of them.] whatever this is.

[ The tentative friendship she had been afraid to fuck up. ]