He could certainly feel more of her; lithe--long limbed and toned and still her body was softer than his as he leaned closer. His own heart was racing, and she could probably feel the tension in him, albeit different than before. It certainly wasn't unpleasant hopefully.

The smirk left, expression turning serious. "...you can always tell me no. Or to stop." Making that clear to her, making sure she was fully aware he would respect her, always.