Oh. Pearl's lips part around a soft sigh, and her features flood with relief upon the realization she hasn't been turned down -- only for them to redden threefold at the question that follows. Awash by a surge of self-consciousness, Pearl untucks herself from around Garnet's knees, straightening into a sitting position. She laces her hands tightly together in her lap, only the forefingers circling and pushing at each other -- she keeps her stare fixed on their endless little dance, not daring to look at Garnet's face.

"I-if you want, that is, sure. I mean, we have... things, right? Like the handcuffs, or the, the paddle," she stumbles through her answer, voice shrinking with every word until it fades into inaudibility. But Pearl yanks her wilted back upright once more, forcing a smile that she can only hope looks reassuring-- "But anything you'd like is fine, really! I'm in no place to be making demands, am I?"