[He shivers, when she says that she's all his.

(it's one thing to express the sentiment himself, another thing for Chris to state it directly)

Squirming about, he settles himself with his head pillowed on Chris's thigh and tilts his head away to mask the flush that spreads across his cheeks as he speaks.]

I-- I prefer this. To the sex.

I mean, not as much as I liked it... the way it was earlier. And it's not that I don't like it the other way around, either. I just... like this more.

[Thomas glances up at her, then, teeth sinking into his bottom lip.]

Is that... okay?

[He has to please her. Has to do what makes her happy, so he has to know she likes this even half as much as he does.]