Dexter fidgeted some as she circled around him like he was her prey. He let out a nervous gasp and she caressed the side of his face, which was quite warm from all the blood that rushed to his face, despite all the blood that had rushed other places. When Dirae peered at his package again, his face got even redder as he put both hands over it to cover it up now. Dirae was right though. His pants weren't big enough to hold him, and the tightness was beginning to become painful. Trembling from fear, the activist starts to speak "It's not that I don't find you attractive. I mean you're really pretty. It's just that this is moving all to fast for me. I barely know you. Also, I haven't... ever... before..." His voice dulls down to a mere whisper. He can't seem to spit out what he was trying to say at the end, and it must be embarrassing because face don't normally get this red.