"You're nicer to look at than any of that dusty old dwarven shite," Carver replied, in what was accidentally a rather smooth compliment for him.

Then, thanks to her position perched over him, he got a front row seat to the sight of her making a spectacle of herself, rubbing herself with her toy and obviously testing to see what Carver would do in response. His thoughts on the matter were currently a little sluggish, since she was kind enough to give him a hand even as she showed off.

"You're really proud of yourself for that one, aren't you?" he said, gesturing in the direction of the phallus. "Went to all the trouble of getting me naked first, too. The wait must have been killing you."

He reached up to grip her thighs, enjoying an exploratory feel of those legs of hers. He'd always been a big fan of her legs, though he didn't think he'd admit it to her out loud.

"Are you getting distracted, already?" His tone suggested he had plans to do something about that if she was.