[He laughs at her indignance, and continues to keep his hands and toes to himself. Honestly, this is hitting some kind of power trip kink in a way he doesn't usually seek out, like she's putting on this show for him and him alone, trying to please him by pleasing herself. It's almost true, except that clearly she's enjoying the moment, too.

He can be patient. He can wait, since he's just gotten off only a few minutes ago. He's determined to surprise her with how long he can hold off before he starts getting demanding. Still, he finds himself watching her fingers intently, imagining it's his hands, his mouth on her.]

Nothin' wrong with a little self-love. You musta done plenty before you met me, right? Did you have a usual fantasy? Spend time thinkin' about all the hot guys you couldn't touch the way you wanted?