[She might not have worried about her occasional crudity if it wasn't for the fact that his mentions of wooing, and mi amor, and making love are starting to add up. She is not scared away, not skittish because of those things in and of themselves. She appreciates that his style of wooing is not empty romantic gestures, and she does not need to ask him to clarify that when he calls her his love, he uses an endearment. But it adds up, and she does not feel silly for worrying that he will be put off the moment she says fuck. Or any number of other things in the bedroom.

Or out of it, as the case would likely be with them.

Eun accepts the way he leans in toward her, face lifting toward his to receive the nuzzling he offers.]

That is one way to put it, but I'm glad to hear it. Because one day I am going to say some scathingly unladylike things to you, and I would rather they excite you than repulse you.

[Sighing, she closes her eyes, shifting her leg down his body somewhat to get more comfortable.]