It's incredibly unfortunate that Garnet's chosen now of all times to ask her this question, because the moment the tips of her fingers brush over her, every half-coherent thought that had managed to remain in Pearl's head is promptly swallowed up in a flood of yes yes please yes.

"I-- um, I," she stammers dumbly, just barely holding back from rutting herself against Garnet's hand. "Very. A-a lot." She swallows harshly. There's no way that was good enough, but words, words, words aren't coming. Her head is heavy and empty and slow, and Pearl can only plead: "I'm really, really sorry, Garnet. I was out of line, I was--" her shoulders twitch up-- "bad."