[Lets out a very careful small trill of pleasure at that.]

Like a cross between the wind itself taking a very solid grasp and trying to tell me where to go and something immeasurably.... [The blush doesn't fade, even as he tries to distract her nearly poetic words.] Ah... it's exhilarating. And it should be alarming. I guess you grab a bull by the horns, and a bird by the tail?

[He shivers, giving off that he truly trusts her more than he means to. Though whether it's more than he means to trust her, or more than he means to let her know...] It could hurt, but right now it feels closer to sex. Which is... confusing.

[Like she's physically grabbed a hold of the rudder of a ship to direct it as she pleases. But that's the kind of woman she is.]