She does know it, but hearing it from someone as sincere as Hercules makes her truly believe that it's meant instead of just said for her benefit.

Her palms rest on his chest, fingers splaying over his skin as she briefly considers the difference in skin tone and texture. He's wonderful too, and she makes sure to tell him that, because it's true -- and he needs to know.

She smiles at him before starting to move again -- she wants to cut off any protests he might have or be thinking -- then her head tips back and her throat is exposed as she quickens her pace, skin hitting akin and the labored breathing of two people the only sound in the room.