He jerked his fingers back as she moaned, titillated but concerned. Still, his fingers were back almost instantly, inexorably, as if moving on their own.

"I know," he said. "You're...not just about sex." He frowned, still. "Maybe it's not a good idea for you to be here. You're scared and that..."

He got up abruptly, fumbling in his pockets for a cigarette as he turned away. He needed something to occupy his hands. Badly.