"I wasn't offering-" She means to give him a playful shove, prepared for him to bristle and willing to do it anyway. (If he's to become accustomed to her, she'll have to stop cutting pieces of herself away to fit into a shape he may not, actually, want to begin with. He wants her right? That's what he said? Implied? She can't tell anymore.)

And then she catches his look, canine in its acuity, and finds there's heat beyond the usual shadow of his rage. She swallows slowly, finding the intensity of his stare an easy thing to respond to. An easy thing to return.

"D'you wanna try asking now?"

To return, and then drop, breaking into a teasing smile.