He wasn't nearly ready for her to pull away when she did; he was less ready for the sudden spout of words. His body was keyed up for much more than a bunch of words and he honestly didn't hear her first bit of words over the buzz of hormones in his brain. He could see her lips moving, but his hand was still wanting to get some more feel up. 

"I hope ye don't think I'm cheap."

That rather got his attention. Scrubbing a hand up the back of his hair, making it stick up, he frowned. "Er, no," he said, though he was still trying to figure out how to pay attention to her words when his mind wanted to just focus on the way her boobs heaved as she breathed in and out. He only caught bits and pieces of her words as she continued to speak, nodding when he thought he should, but he really didn't catch it all. At least he got the last of it and that had him frowning.

"Gah! Why would I think that? That's silly. You're not the sort who slinks around in broom cupboards with boys and I know that," he assured her. "You're more like to use that knife of yours on a bloke who'd make the suggestion." He offered a weak smile. "So, uh, I guess we're not...it's, we got homework to back get to? Er...get back to?"

Frankly, he wanted to grab his stuff and head off for some private time. He was feeling quite uncomfortable as his body still wanted to think on how soft her boob had felt against his hand; his imagination still wanted to spend some time considering how she'd feel without clothes on.