Words were a bit too difficult at the moment, and he inhaled deeply, letting his fingers relax and hands drop back down to her shoulders. He didn't twitch or pull away from her hand, though his hips did rock against her stroking, just a bit. Riding the high, as it were.

Eventually, he came back to himself, looking down at her and realizing that yes, something else did have to happen now.

"Your performance," he started, trying miserably to regain that haughty air from earlier. "Was acceptable."

She knew it was more than that.