[ Rushing into things headfirst, to experience all he could, without wasting a second of his precious time, was something Lilia was becoming all too familiar with. He never wonders if he shouldn't; there's not all that much time left to spend wondering and worrying.

The complaint - at least, what registers as a half complaint - is accepted with a small hum in questioning. Did Floyd want him to speed up the process? Want him to speed it along so they could get through this as if it was an exam they were dreading? Or some necessary task to finish?

It's the question that brings pause to what Lilia's doing. ]

I want to see the look on your face as you start to get more and more turned on. The way your face may redden, your eyes might widen. Or, maybe you'll bite your lip, try to hold back any little noises I draw from you. I want to experience it all.

[ The explanation is blunt, simple, and yet... He still doesn't continue, tilting his head at Floyd. ]

Does it make you uncomfortable? Would you like it more if I look away from you? I can certainly do that. It'll be quite sad, but I wouldn't wish to make you feel any sort of way you don't enjoy.