He expects her to come in, just maybe not as quickly as she does. The anger too isn't out of place though his own energy is nearly somber in comparison. His hand was resting against the tile, but then she's grabbing him and he falls against her like a ragdoll, anticipating a blow that never comes. Instead is the bite of her lips cushioning the clack of their teeth and a surprised noise catches between them even as he struggles to kiss her back. The hand she released trails down her body, as soft as she was rough in palming her waist. Frank's eyes immediately flutter closed, returning her passion until he physically can't breathe anymore, and only then does he pull back even a fraction of an inch to draw oxygen into his burning lungs.

"Yes, ma'am," he pledges, heart picking up speed as his body reveals its burgeoning interest in her already. It's not like he intended to have it happen the first time, though he really didn't do much to stop it either. He could still blame Matt and Nick for like, 90% of that whole sitch without breaking a sweat. And yet he's trying to put himself in her position, how would he have felt if that happened to her? Devastated. Frank holds her closer and kisses her again, a thorough but delicate move she's welcome to turn violent again if that's what will help. They're both still navigating how to be anything close to resembling people, and somehow only someone as broken as himself could make him want to mend and be better. There's something poetic in that.