[His eyebrows rose minutely, and he didn't move from his position leaning against the bike. To adopt any other posture would be to affect defensiveness, something he was (ostentatiously) avoiding. His breathing remained normal and steady, calm in the face of someone who could, if they were so inclined, tear him apart... but of course, he was pretty certain that she wouldn't.]

[In the theme of what they'd been talking about —] I couldn't stop you. [A beat.] But yes, I'd let you.

[Finally there was something apart from indifference, something like a naive supposition that Donna would never intentionally hurt him. A trace of the boy he'd been in how an archaeological dig uncovered bits and pieces of the past.]