[ That story drew a genuine laugh from Mista, flush rising to his cheeks again as her face connected with his shoulder. He hadn't noticed at first that something in the air had changed, catching the scent and relishing it with a deep breath. Was that her? He'd noticed that she smelled nice before, but he hadn't realised just how nice.

That question, though, he could think of plenty of answers to give her and none of them were really very appropriate for conversation. So he swallowed, closing his eyes as he pulled his hand away from her back and up to rest on the back of her head. ]

...I just mean, not like I'm going to scare you but I'm starting to get just how intense some of this stuff really gets. What if I take something too far or I don't know how to stop? Things like that.

[ He couldn't tell her why he was so concerned about it, how lost he could get in the moment and absolutely feel like the option to stop was out of his hands. And he absolutely couldn't tell her that he was worried about becoming noticeably aroused, there was absolutely no way that was going to come out of his mouth. Even as he waffled for a better answer he found himself shifting, his face against her hair as he took in another deep breath. The soft huff of laughter was unintentional, fingers pulling gently through her hair. ]

You smell really nice.

[ So much for not making it weird, but it was another thing that he would have to stand by. ]