[What does he want, exactly? That's a difficult question to answer, and one he's not so sure of. If this were home, or a more "normal" world like he's used to, it would be quite different… But it's not. He's here, and he has to deal with that. It makes him incredibly uncomfortable, a bit embarrassed even, but he's been repressed for so long that even talking about sexual matter is… pretty strange to him. He clears his throat, shifting awkwardly on his feet.]
I don't doubt your intentions, I promise. You've given me no reason to mistrust you, and you've been more forthcoming than most people. If… you're willing to help…

[He hesitates. It all comes out sounding maybe a bit too formal, too stiff, but that's just how he is about this situation for now. Is it even possible to get used to this though? He wonders.]

I would accept your assistance. Please.

[She's not so bad, after all, and seems friendly enough, willing enough to bear with him and his uncertainty. All in all, he knows that this is a better situation than it could be.]

Although I would prefer… Could we go elsewhere? Somewhere more private?