[No, it's no secret - but it's not as if he has much room to talk on that score, either. So he just smiles at that wriggling, resting his forehead against hers.]

We do indeed. And that might well be prize enough [given that he could quite happily spend hours with his head between her thighs, and all] but of course I wouldn't complain if you wanted to reciprocate.

[He goes quiet, then, giving every appearance of seriously considering the question.] Well... [There go his hands, skimming down her thighs and right back up again.] I suppose moving is an option - though we might not make it all the way to the bedroom. Or, we'll just have to clean this counter very thoroughly afterward.

Your choice. [He says, even as he starts to sink to his knees.]