He's not interested in diving into her sexual past. Only the things she likes, the things she fantasizes about, the things they can try together. In an odd way, and on a level too deep for him to acknowledge, this is partly driven by a current of jealousy at having been reminded of Tom earlier. Living well is the best revenge, after all, and in this case that means learning how to fuck Molly Hooper with a degree of expertise and enthusiasm that puts Tom to shame.

He does feel her relax, though, and he kisses her nipple at last, his tongue flicking back and forth over the little knot of flesh before he speaks again.

"Sensation play as well," he remarks. "Hot candle wax--" another extravagant kiss to her nipple-- "ice cubes--" and another-- "feathers..."