[ The smile that comment earns speaks the words she isn't yet able to; he may come to learn in time that it isn't often a smile does reach her eyes. It probably says a lot about the type of partners she's generally been with that the romanticism of sex - or after, as it were - is so novel that she is flustered over it. Granted, neither she nor they usually stayed long enough to even have a moment after.

But in a demonstration of how fast Rosie can ruin things for herself, she has to wonder: If he can say such things to her, who else has heard them? Is it even special? Probably not. In some ways, that almost makes it easier. In others, well- Hm. Besides, what right does she have to even want for anything beyond sex? Absolutely none. It's stupid to even think about, even stupider to pretend that this wasn't just a necessary thing for either of them, and stupider still to have considered that any part of her might actually be lovely when she's twisting herself into such ugly mental knots over probably nothing at all. ]

If you're trying to charm your way to another round, I gotta' say it is absolutely working. [ Her turn to tease. That's easy. Safe. ] But I don't know how long 'therapy' sessions here usually are allowed to go, so.