[She leaves his hand be, only to turn and cup his face with both hands instead. Forced eye contact, but her hold is gentle. Her fingers aren't firm at all. If anything, they're just a soothing presence, thumbs brushing over his cheek bones. ]

I'm not gonna lie, I don't get it. But if you both do - if you're both into it, if you've got limits and you talk to each other? You don't - you don't have to feel guilty.

[Jesus, this sure is a conversation. ] You're not a psychopath, Cole. There's nothing wrong with a fantasy. [but. ] You just - do you trust yourself? To stop, if he asked you to?