Rather than answer with words, Corbie kissed him. First a sweet, soft kiss on the cheek, mingling gratitude and affection. She didn't know if she really had the words to explain how much she was used to being told no, how much she'd learned to just stop asking for things, stop wanting things if she could. Asserting herself and her desires when she didn't think she'd be heard was still new and frightening, especially when she wanted the person she was asking to like her.

He was telling her it was okay. That it would be okay. And while she'd need more time to really feel that... it was something.

And then a second kiss on the mouth, just a little longer and deeper than might have been appropriate at the moment, with a very different sentiment behind it. I want you so bad... but we're in public.