In spite of herself, she pretty much falters into a very small smile.

"You're good."

She doesn't have all of her memories -- or even most of them -- but that doesn't mean she was born yesterday, and it seems to her like he's being very careful with her.

"Maybe for a minute or two. If I'm not okay with it, I don't know it yet, do I?"

Her hand rises to cover his and tug it so his arm curves around her.

After the minute or two, she'll go.