[Well. If it's so simple, Beckett is hardly going to deny him. He knows all about craning into a warm touch and letting it fill you. His hand is in no hurry to move.]

We both know it. But I, from the height of my decrepit old years, also know that she is a young woman who was - hm - not sheltered. But limited in her experiences. Especially of friendship. [and other things but shhhhhh]

So some ridiculousness is as per course. Better keep your shouting for when she needs the reassurance.