His bold touch makes Marina arch her back all the more, wanting to fill Tyler's hand. She's very slim and small, but not at all shy. Or, at least, in this moment she feels far away from any creeping bashfulness. A low moan murmurs back into the kiss he grants her, separating, albeit reluctantly, to answer,

"Oh, I do want to study with you," said with nothing but heat, so Tyler can guess the study would be something far more lustful than typically allowed for a church girl.

"We have a task to accomplish, after all," as she'd always intended when dragging him away from the slot machines. A bite to her lower lip, wet from his mouth, before she asks explicitly, "how does my head between your legs sound, handsome sinner?"