[At first, he still doesn't look at her as she explains. Maybe part of his ego is wounded by all of this, and what pettiness he has (which is a lot, really) keeps him from being entirely sympathetic to her, but that's because of his upset at the situation, and less to do with her.

But that doesn't mean that he isn't. However, as she goes on, that shifts a bit and he finds himself glancing at her a little sidelong. The furrow of his brow lessens a bit, formed less with anger and more...concern. That sympathy he reflexively tried to stave off overtaking him as he watches her. As he listens.

At first, it seems like he has nothing to say. But then he looks away from her again. He takes another moment, and then sighs.]

...It's all new. You ain't got no confidence in this shit, 'cos you got no experience backing you.

[He closes his eyes, a contemplative look taking his features as he crosses his arms over his chest, and settles back into his seat.]

How about this: you lead.

[Opening his eyes, he looks to her a bit more fully.]

I know what I want, and what I like. Ain't no way you're gonna cross any line with me. But I ain't wantin' to keep takin' shots in the dark if that means I'm gonna keep hittin' shit that you ain't cool with and scarin' you off.

[Well, besides kissing. He knows she likes that much.]