It's a promising beginning, that much is certain. Cameron twists his head to kiss the base of her palm, following it with one to her lips, slow but soft, chaste. Whatever it is she wants, he wants to be because she really does, not because she thinks he wants something, though Jenny's hardly that weak-willed. If she were, she wouldn't be the girl he's crazy about. She may be young, but she knows her mind, a trait he has to admire, and one that makes him more comfortable with that youth. "Anything," he says, head bowed close to hers. "Name it."