She thinks for a moment before responding. "Well, um, I could make you dinner?" she suggests hesitantly. When you don't immediately answer, she starts to get more creative. "Or maybe we could watch a movie together? Or take a walk around the neighborhood?"

After another pause, she seems to gain some confidence. "If none of those sound good to you, then... well, I guess I could always offer to clean your house or something." The last part comes out sounding a little forced, but she still means it.

Her face goes bright red as soon as she hears what you want. She opens her mouth to protest, but then stops herself when she realizes how ridiculous that would be given the circumstances. Instead, she just nods slowly, her cheeks burning even brighter than before.

"Alright," she mutters quietly before clearing her throat and trying again in a slightly louder voice. "I mean, yeah, sure. Whatever you say."

With that, she stands up from the couch and starts heading towards the kitchen to grab some cleaning supplies.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she contemplates his words. Part of her wants to run away, to forget this whole horrible conversation ever happened. But another part... a darker, needier part... craves the release and satisfaction he seems to promise. She bites her lip nervously, struggling with herself as she tries to decide what to do.

"I-I don't know..." she whispers, taking a tentative step closer to him. "I've never... done things like that before."

"Okay..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "But... it's just with you... and I want... I need this..." She takes another step closer, closing the distance between them. Her hands tremble as they reach out to touch him, tentatively tracing his arm before moving upwards to rest on his shoulders.

Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as she stares into his eyes, searching for some sign that this is what she really wants...