It's certainly a choice of exclamation, but Quentin doesn't poke or prod or tease. He lets Eggsy settle back down and traces the tongue across his skin, down past Eggsy's knee and all the way down to his ankle, coming slowly back up.

"I'm enjoying it," he says. And he is. But not quite the same way that Eggsy is.

Thawk! On the hip this time. And then, changing where he's standing in front of Eggsy, thwak! The rod across both of his thighs, just south of his balls.