[Iris runs her thumb down the line of his spine, ticklish and delighted.]

I really want to not 'urt people I love that way again. It's a dirty sort of 'abit, throwing meself on grenades for kicks. It does feel good. It does what I need it to. I just... I really don't want to make Cain and Babs feel that way again.

[In other words, a mixed yes and no.]