Hearing that, he stops. He gently kisses her with reverence, cups her face, and embraces her. He does indeed stop. There's a flicker of concern in his intense eyes, full of desire and want but he gently lowers to a simmer, ears droop with worry, and yet loving and caring. No matter how soft and sweet she is and he wanted to continue, his feelings and emotions for her is tender.

"Do you want me to stop? Nay, I can and I will. I can finish in my chamber in private." The last thing he wanted is to her hurt, which he misunderstood.