You thank her and keep the reply general: grateful without grovelling, attentive without grabbing. The exchange cools before it overheats, leaving you with less information than you wanted and more access than you deserve. Relief comes first, hot and immediate. Then the hunger comes back, colder. For now it's a trade worth taking: stay inside the boundary she's drawn, let her believe you're disciplined enough to respect edges. Boundaries aren't kindness. They're tests with polite wording. You close the thread and catch how fast your mind tries to turn "not yet" into "never", because never would be easier to live with than later. [[Cybercrime/The_Phisherman/Second Contact Window|Second Contact Window]]