"I... I apologize. It has been... some time. I swore off mating, of any kind... for good reasons, long ago, and I... it is something I did not expect to experience again," she says, taking a deep breath, and trying to relax, succeeding to some degree. She still feels a little wooden, in his hands, but like a young elm branch, instead of old, petrified oak. She twists her head, and kisses his cheek, hesitantly, widening her stance, slightly, to let his hand in, more easily.