In the heat of everything, he'd probably agree to it. But just like Anita's tendencies, he wouldn't be able to promise not to be mad after the fact. And he wouldn't want to be mad after everything. Richard's head turns to watch her, eyes ringed with a hint of amber. His hand slides down her back to grip her hip on the other side, both hands helping her movements while his hips raise to meet hers, fingers digging into her skin a little.