It really doesn't sound stupid at all.

[She breathes in slowly, like a reverse sigh, when she feels his fingers skim over her back. It's a little unusual to feel direct contact there, still; normally there are at least a few layers of fabric in-between, but it's not bad, just different. It's nice to have a memory attached to them that isn't just the terror and pain of a knife. Now, along with it, she'll have the memory of Mista's fingers tracing slowly around the edges, learning the patterns they make by touch alone.]

And it's definitely not stupid to ask. I'm not saying you should just think of me as somebody to practice on, but...

[That thought actually does get a little laugh out of her, a rumble of a chuckle that she presses against his neck.]

Nobody starts out just knowing what to do, you know? I sure didn't. You want to hear about all the dumb things I did to try to impress a boy I liked back when I was alive? I could tell you so many stories.

I guess what I'm saying is...you're not going to mess it up. Not with me. So if that's something that's making you nervous, don't be.