Whatever retort he had died on the tip of his tongue. The fellow sank down and he kept his cool, though pardon him if both gesture and words had turned his expression of amusement to unabashedly playful. "Flatterer."

The touch was returned, the blackened hand giving those fingers a squeeze. "Hmhm~... You seem to have a tendency to pick partners that drive you too wild to wait. However do you endure such torture in the thick of it...?"