[Eun is so absolutely baffled and bewildered by that response that it shocks a very clear, very incredulous laugh from her. There is no artifice in her reaction, nothing forced. More importantly, he will not catch a whiff of fear from her.]

Oh, no. Not even a little. On both counts. [Mirth bubbles up as she grins at him in the moonlight, giving her a burst of energy that has her pulling him closer to her once more. Her hand strokes over his hair as she watches his face, suddenly so at ease. A weight lifted off of her.] I am not frightened that you might hurt me, and you were definitely not too rough. You could get rougher and I would make it very clear how much I'd enjoy that.

[She strokes him and touches him still, hands running over him now as much for his pleasure and comfort as it is for her enjoyment. Her touches veer ever so slightly on the side of possessive, gently grasping, squeezing at him along the way.

But while it had seemed obvious to her that his fears were unfounded, it occurs to her that something might have prompted his worries anew.]

Were you worried about that because of how I was earlier? Because I can explain if you need me to...