Annie shifted against his fingers with a needy little whimper, actually scooting herself a couple inches down the bed unintentionally in an effort to seek out more. "Your perspective," she said, feeling her face heat up, "seems to involve trying to kill me a little."

Not a discouragement. Annie was probably reacting exactly as intended. (Or, at least, this was exactly the way she'd want to see Diego respond to her if their positions were reversed.)