With her, he kind of preferred it. There was shaky ground there and the last thing he wanted was to cross a boundary with her. He'd read her file, of course, and he knew about Kilgrave, but it was the tone she carried when she spoke about him, hollow sometimes and spitting acid another that let him know how deep that damage went. And then there was Hope. So for her, he preferred her to make the first move, if only so he knew entirely that when he slid his hands to her ass to grab her and pull her closer, it was wanted. Welcomed.

He tipped his chin up, smiling at her as she straddled him. "I do try to keep my promises, Ms. Jones. Which one would you like me to keep first?"