[So long as he was allowed to, he gently held her hand - first in one, and then in both, as if that part of her was especially precious.]

I'm glad!

[Slowly, he started to more actively touch her hand, only to catch himself and blush as he stopped from doing too much.]

Um... I should probably mention it... about that cake I was eating.

Since it was one of those fuck cakes.

[Brow knitting in worry, he pressed on,] I kind of... really want to put my mouth to work on you. But uh, I won't if you don't want me to.

I mean, even without the fuck cake I'd wanna.

[Normally, he'd just outright flirt with her, and boldly say such things, but she was so gentle, he didn't want to risk upsetting her with vulgarity. If only because she hadn't, well, used any vulgarity to begin with.]