Zea smiled, briefly pursed her lips in a sultry implied kiss, and then just kept on smiling. Listen to his excuses. Whatever he was, he clearly came out of the same mold as all the other mainland boys. Never their fault, never made them bad, always thinking they'd done something magnanimous by not doing worse. They all had to tell themselves something.
"It tells me you aren't done with me, or that maybe it's how you tell yourself you're still a good person." With her free leg she began tracing gentle circles on his other calf. "Do you think that makes you special?"
She raised a hand to one of his arms, just a light affectionate touch. If only she were larger, she could engulf him completely. "Do you think that any man who has defiled me thought of himself as a bad man?" She licked the corner of her mouth where nothing was, but had been often enough. "Do you think I should agree? Do you agree?"