"Oh, good, I was hoping." While deeper and breathier than usual, he has the same precise, persnickety diction he always does. He'd be biting a lot more if this were anyone at home, and he can't resist a bit of a nibble, tipping his head and nipping softly below her ear and then teasing his way lower with his tongue to bite at her collarbone. He squeezes lightly and swirls a finger around her nipple and slides the other hand down her back to her waistband.