He pulls back for a moment, hand falling to her waist, when he hears the clatter of the dishes, to see what's going on (maybe someone's walked in?!), and flushes when he sees what she's done. Part of him would like nothing more than to lean her against the table and lift her skirt, the other part is entirely too intimidated by the very implication. His eyes shift back to her, a mix of anticipation and fear.