"Well," Molly says, and shrugs, exhaling on a quick laugh, "I guess I'm doing that, too." It's not really how she'd have chosen to describe it, but either way, it's clear enough that he doesn't have a problem with it, or else he wouldn't have come over when she asked him to. This works because they both know exactly what's going on here, and she really does care about him as a friend, too. That's just entirely separate from sleeping with him, except that he wouldn't be here right now if she didn't trust him. Slipping a hand under his shirt, she kisses him again. "But you don't mind that, right?"