[ She has no shame in it, she never has. Not bred to, never had the time for it. She pushes herself up that little bit further onto elbow tilting her head that little as she speaks. The sheet still covering her, if barely. ]

That I desire you. That I want of you. That I want you to want me back, and I think that you do.

[ There is her only worry she thinks so, she hopes so, hovering and for that she lowers her eyes. She's not here to force him, he can walk away from her right now. She would accept it without comment or recompense. ] But if I am wrong, and that is not what you wish... then, only say so, and in the morning I will be gone from you, and you will not have to look upon me again.