If she voiced that, he'd correct her. It isn't inexperience, at least not entirely; it's her warmth and hunger for life.

He gives her another confused look for a moment, then breaks into a grin and a breathy laugh. "Impatient, too. You're on your way to being a good pirate." But he rolls on his stomach settling his head against the pillow. "I haven't had my back touched in a long time." His mother used to rub it when he was a child, and he still finds the feeling soothing. Not that he expects this to stay platonic. Honestly, she has a decent chance of wearing him out in her eagerness.