"That's okay." The warmth of Pearl through her clothing is almost good enough to ache. Rose's obnoxious body taps a reminder in Morse -- Ummm, excuse me? Down here? -- but Rose ignores it. Wholesale. She wants the body curled up over her and still faintly trembling to calm, not coil.

"It's okay, not to know." It feels as though keeping a low, soothing roll of speech is a good move. Steadying. Nuzzling along Pearl's neck (oh: there was her body wash, tart and bracing), Rose drops another careful peck behind her ear. "Sometimes different parts of us want different things... that's okay, too."

If Rose notices her own innuendo, she doesn't have the mind to mention it.