[The moment she starts to turn, his eyes are focused on her face again, so even with the two of them facing one another, he still hasn't seen... anything he hasn't before, bare shoulders and the curve of her breasts that would be visible above a bra.]

I don't... have any idea what I'm doing. But I want this. Whatever... you know. Whatever this winds up being.

Maybe... you'd better check my back, first?

[He shifts, then stops, only turning an inch, a few degrees with his shoulders and his feet, and his eyes flick downward in a brief, semi-involuntary glance before finding her eyes again. He doesn't want her to think... one hand comes up, fingers tracing blindly over the scars on her stomach and the smooth skin between them.]