[ it's not much, but him returning affection excites her enough to lay off the daintiness a little and proceed further, having no issues taking control of this situation. with a head tilt she adjusts her lips on his slightly, pressing into him a bit more ferociously while hands simultaneously move down his chest to the rim of his jeans where his shirt is tucked in. it takes everything in her not to just rip it off, but she's doing her best to be patient right now, allowing their lips to familiarize themselves with one another before grabbing a hold of his shirt fabric and untucking it from his pants.

she doesn't even see the immense damage as she pulls it up and over his chest, too inconvenienced that she has to break their kiss in order to completely pull it off of him. once she does, however, she gets a full glance of just what she's working with and takes a step back. ]

Jesus Christ--look at you!

[ it sounds more hostile than it's actually meant to be, but that's jessica jones for you. she's more annoyed than anything, because clearly he is in no position to be... put in any kind of position. and she's really, really turned on right now. ]

What exactly am I supposed to do here when you look like this? Why the hell would you even invite my freaky super hero strength ass over here to have sex with you when clearly--

[ maybe she's not giving him enough credit but, holy shit she honestly feels like she could have accidentally killed him. she knew he was damaged but had no idea the severity of it, and he gave no indication that it was even an issue. ]

Does your dick even work right now? Is it still there??