The bra being taken off is something of a relief. He was beginning to think he was going to need to cut her out of the darn thing with one of his knives. While that would've been fun for both of them, it might be a bit early to be getting into knife play.

There's some anxiety about being able to, ahem, perform, given his track record before. He finds out he doesn't need to worry. The friction of skin-on-skin contact as her breasts press into his chest. and feeling relaxed enough around Gaige is enough to get his cock working properly. There's something so very attractive about having sex when both of them were covered in blood.

He almost misses her question. What's that? Oh yes, pain. He thinks on that for a moment. "Nothing much below the waist." It's both a matter of pain and pride. He still can't stand to have anyone sleeping with him to stare much at his legs, poor, scrawny, wasted things that they were.

Then she reminds him of one other thing: the metal arm. This won't be a fun experience for either of them if she breaks one of his bones during sex. Memorable, yes, but not fun. "Grenade. Got it." He's not sure if they'll even need it, but he's managed to break bones from far less strenuous activities then this.