For a moment, she can hear his jaw almost pop with how hard he grits his teeth as she holds his hands, she almost pulls away, for fear that she's being too much. But he squeezes back gently a moment later and she lets her hands drop delicately, so that he doesn't think she's pulling away, per say.

"I'd like that," she said, honestly. If only because she has so many memories of him and she's curious as to how he might compare to the man of her memories. She wonders what he might know about her, how much he might remember and if any of it is accurate in any way.

"Considering I think we've seen each other naked already."