She looked up at him, lifting her head, her eyes all but unreadable for a moment. She still felt unable to communicate verbally exactly what she wanted. And her wants and needs were all tangled. Comfort was intermixed with need in her mind.
Right at that moment, she wanted her own choice to be valued. She wanted a night to have him in her bed, and there be no ulterior motive, no subversive reason for it. Simply because she wanted and chose. She wanted enjoyment instead of responsibility.
With those things chasing one another in her mind, her eyes met his. And she made her decision before she could second guess herself, and let someone else's desires win out over her own needs again. She moved her face slowly toward his, watching his eyes. And then she kissed him with the same deliberate action. She waited for his own reaction to this.
His service did not need to include this, and he knows as much.