Wha-- do what? What are we doing? [It takes a moment for it to click, because Willow hasn't been thinking about having sex at all, assumes it's some ways off for them. But the contextual cues are there, and soon she's alarmed. It seems like the second they made it official, he'd started putting all sorts of pressure on himself.

Almost like... he'd never done this before. Which wasn't implausible.] We don't have to do anything, [she says urgently, trying to reassure him,] not now or ever if you don't want to.

Is this... your first time having a, a matesprit?