Tristan's eyebrows shot up in surprise at Esme's confession, but walking away was the last thing on his mind. Instead, he gently pried her hands away from her face, his expression softening. "Hey, look at me, princess..." he murmured gently. When she reluctantly met his gaze, he smiled warmly. "First of all, there's nothing wrong with being a virgin." He brushed a strand of dark hair behind her ear, his touch tender. "Secondly, I'm not going anywhere. In fact, I'm even more intrigued by you now." Tristan leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "The fact that you're...shall we say, inexperienced is kind of exciting. It means I could be the one to introduce you to pleasure, to teach you what your body is capable of feeling." He caught himself and hurriedly added, "...if you decide you want me to. There's no pressure, and no reason to rush into anything. But...if you find yourself wanting to explore with me, I think it goes without saying at this point that I'm happy to oblige in whatever capacity you'll have me." He felt a pang of guilt for being so forward, and sighed, softly adding, "And...for what it's worth, I'm sorry. I pride myself on being a gentleman, and that was...hardly gentlemanly. I think you just made me feel a bit...I don't know, feral - and that's entirely on me, for losing myself. It won't happen again...unless you permit it, that is," he added with a wry smirk, unable to help himself.
