With his silence, Annabelle considers something, tilting her head thoughtfully as she gives a little squeeze to his hand. She doesn't understand this kind of thing ("this thing" being emotional inhibitions and sentimentality put in places she finds weird personally like sex), but she's inherently in tune to the energies and vibrations other people give out; she can't be oblivious to Lauren's mood if she tries.

"Of course, you don't have to do anything you aren't ready for yourself." She strokes his arm. After all, after some retrospect, Annabelle had realized that she'd took Lauren the last time without much exchange involved. She'd just assumed it was fine. "I'm not going to be offended or disappointed."