[ Her gaze stays focused on him as he makes his way to the water and despite the topic - despite everything about this situation, really - there's nothing lewd about her gaze. It certainly can't be called innocent, but something about the curiosity and interest in her expression is genuine. He's so rarely even the slightest bit open to her that this rare glimpse of him feels...

At his question, she swallows again, hard enough to make her throat visibly bob. For a moment, she weighs whether or not to be honest and how honest, precisely, she should be. Then finally, she surprises herself with a short nod. ]

Yes... I think. [ It's the truth - both her answer and her lack of certainty in it. ] It's not as if it'd be my first time. But... you look so much like any other man most of the time, I guess I'd just expected you to be...

[ The rest of her words float away as if taken by the steam. Then, a question in return for a question: ]

Would it... hurt? If you're so different, I mean.

[ She can endure just about anything besides being hurt, after all. ]