He's good at that, enough so that she has to tell herself not to think of where he learned to stroke his fingers between a woman's legs with such expertise. (Admittedly, just about anything pleasurable would seem expert to her.) For once, it's not difficult to let go of thinking in favour of feeling. Once he really gets going, she doesn't even try exploring him further, just spreads her thighs a little further, holds tight to his hip and makes tiny, breathy noises that in any other context would embarrass the hell out of her.

And then he pauses and speaks, and it takes her a moment to process the words over the beat of her heart.

"I--" She blinks at him, dazed enough by his touch that his request seems to come out of nowhere. Her hair? It's just going to get in the way if she pulls it out of its braided crown, it'll take time away from everything they're doing right now, and unbinding it means risking getting it pulled in the middle of...well, this. More of this. "If you want...all right."

There's a little pause, though, during which she doesn't do more than shift slightly, stretching as languorously as their current quarters allow for. It's just enough space that she can start plucking pins out of her hair, dropping them on the floor behind her one by one. (She might regret that eventually, but right now, it's the only convenient option.) Once her braids have fallen into ropes on either side of her head, she starts pulling the braids out, watching his face the whole time.