[instinctively, his eyes open when he feels nails at his neck, but only long enough for him to glance up, chuckle, and decide that he would rather just close his eyes again.]
Happy to provide, darling.
[he starts to move... but suddenly becomes aware of the mess he's made of his poor dress. he looks down at it, as if it is solely to blame for bothering him, and starts halfheartedly trying to wad it out of the way. maybe he can just fold it over himself. something.]
I, ah... [he sounds a little awkward, but not as much as you'd expect someone in his position to be. this seems to be more of an inconvenience to him, than anything.] Sure was into that last part, wasn't I?
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Happy to provide, darling.
[he starts to move... but suddenly becomes aware of the mess he's made of his poor dress. he looks down at it, as if it is solely to blame for bothering him, and starts halfheartedly trying to wad it out of the way. maybe he can just fold it over himself. something.]
I, ah... [he sounds a little awkward, but not as much as you'd expect someone in his position to be. this seems to be more of an inconvenience to him, than anything.] Sure was into that last part, wasn't I?