When he grabbed her by the waist, holding her to himself, she looked up at him in time to catch his eyes darken. At his question, "It would depend. If there was a chance of you hurting me or getting out of control, I'd say no. But if that's not the case, I wouldn't stop you. Why?" Moving her free hand to press to his chest, "You think I'm gonna try something? Because that's not me. I don't attack people." She wasn't gonna back down from his look, no matter how intimidating it made him look. She wasn't gonna be scared away. "If I can trust you, you can trust me Dante." Then she pulled him down toward her, tugging him closer while she pressed her lips to his. The kiss was light, soft, testing him before she pulled away. "Do I need to make it harder for you? Do you want me to resist you? Because I don't want to be that woman that fights you at every turn. That makes you mad and pushes you over the edge. So I'd love to get to know you without being a bitch." She wasn't gonna be a cliché or a pain in his side, she wanted to explore where this could go. "Come on Dante. What do you want from me?"