Alright, now the smile is permanently glued to his face, regardless of his instinct to smother it. "You can ride on top of me as much as you want."

To show his appreciation, he hums at the bite, and then lowers his voice to a rumble. "You can scratch me, or bite me, or pull my hair, or do none of it. Your excitement makes me excited."

Looking at her properly then he turns the question back to her. "What turns you on, Midge?"