Lalo sucks in a breath. His heart beats. "That's sweet," she coos at him, and when she asks him to step closer, he nods and does so. Close enough to be in easy touching range, or grabbing range, close enough that he could easily reach out and touch her, but he's careful. He won't actually touch her until she tells him it's okay.

He can't remember the last time he was this at the mercy of someone who wasn't law enforcement or Eladio. He's not sure if ever has been. In fact, he's pretty sure he hasn't been.

Now seems like a good time to tell her, more because Lalo suspects it might turn her on to know she's defiling him in a way nobody has before than because he has any deep compulsion for honesty.

"Just promised you'll be gentle with me," he half-jokes, still red around the ears. "It's my first time." Usually, he would wink, but it doesn't feel right to do that, right now. It clashes with the good boy demeanor.