He looks at her, the way she bites her lip, seems genuinely scared of doing anything he's not okay with. It's... Hard to wrap his head around, but he knows he would feel the same if he ever hurt her in a sexual situation.

He sighs softly.

"Okay."

He closes his eyes, pictures the oyster, squeezes her hand with his real one.

"Oyster... Oyster. Oyster."

He opens his eyes.

"I'll remember. Promise."