Maybe it would be better for her to push at it until he actually spells out what's bothering him, but the last thing she wants is for him to lock up and backpedal away. Which is a shame, because delicacy has never been her strong suit. Or her preferred method, if she's really being honest.

She kisses him gently back and gives him a faint smile, then pushes up to retrieve the strawberries. "Want another one?"