If Sebastian thought he was floored with surprise before at her willingness to mate with him out of the premise his body needed it, he was even more floored now. And he found himself gaping at her and not knowing what to say. He wasn't a man who knew how to comfort another, for he himself, had never been comforted himself. But he was not ignorant either and blinked only after his brain finally caught up to him, and also, because her full fledged tears cemented him back into reality.
"You do." And he said it firmly, perhaps a bit gruffly. "Considering it is your body, and if we mate, the consequences could be that you'd carry a litter of my pups." And he had never really considered that side of it before now. "And to be honest, I'm not the litter and pack type."
But why did he care? Normally he was more than elated to be able to mate. But this moment, this girl- everything about it was different. And he wasn't even sure how he felt about it, except somehow, peculiar as it seemed, she reminded him of himself. And if he had a choice, he would not wish for someone to abuse him in the ways he had before, and so evidently, he would not wish that upon her- as she had so obviously had been abused herself.