His only response to her words was a quiet murmur; a neutral sort of nonsense sound.  Maybe a tinge of contemplativeness to it. He followed her lead, however, finding just the smallest bit of comfort in  that; in all honesty, he's probably not the kind of person that is used to making decisions for himself. He was a submissive, even though he didn't know it.<br/><br/>He shuddered a bit when she touched his neck, and he leaned towards her, meeting her lips with his own. At the very least, he's trying, and not just clamming up into a ball of 'this isn't real, this isn't happening' in some corner somewhere. His hand was pulled toward her small breasts, and he would begin to gingerly, somewhat awkwardly, grope her.  He's basically one or two steps above clueless virgin.