A little surprised by her reaction, he has to let out a breathy laugh. His arm hangs by his fingers, still curled around the base of her neck. It's what he'd imagined earlier, just a few moves late. Two out of three ain't bad, or so they say.

"I'm not. Is it that surprising?" He smirks up at her. Even if he wasn't teasing her then, she makes it so easy to start now, "But if that's not what you're into..."

He takes advantage of her confusion and suspicion (and momentary distractedness) to push her over, rolling on top of her. He steals a quick kiss to try and keep her down, his hand ghosting down her middle; it stops momentarily, his fingers presumably tracing along where he feels that warmth around her stomach. Then he goes lower, and lower, until he's pressing his fingers against her through already questionably thin fabric.

Yeah, the smarm isn't going away any time soon. "I can be whatever you want."