Kore made a stifled sound in his embrace, a yelp that she strangled against his question. How embarrassing, to be so transparent to him. Still, she did not pull away. Instead, she wrapped her fingers into the fabric of his shirt. Of course she was frightened. Or something similar. Anxious, unsure.  "It's not really... like that..." she stuttered, though she'd not look him in the eye, either. "It's just new." she laughed nervously.<br/><br/>"I don't mean to offend, it's my own inexperience stifling me." She admitted. She pulled away from him then, drifting to the edge of the bed to perch on fabrics more luxurious than anything she'd seen in her home. And Kore had grown up well. Staring at the fluttering curtains, she sighed. "I'm not an ideal bride, in that way." She admitted. Kore wrapped her arms around herself, tugging at the fabric of her gown. She hadn't expected to be so out of sorts. She'd been educated on her duties since she was young. Everything should have prepared her for this, but neither Venus nor Aphrodite had mentioned the way her heart would hammer in her chest when they'd informed her of the bridal bed. Of course, all her lessons in etiquette and the arts hadn't prepared for the way she'd felt like soaring when he'd pulled her across the dance floor. She felt a bit abandoned in her own emotional turmoil. Would it have been the same, had she married one of Hades' sons?<br/><br/>"Which is not to say I'm unhappy, or trying to dissuade you." Kore said softly. She looked back at him, brilliant stare disarming in the candlelight. "Rather, I hope you can forgive me. I am in your care." She smoothed the sheets at her side with one hand, a place for him beside her vacant and entreating.