[cheeky. it helps them to settle back in, a little at a time. they can do cheeky. a huff of laughter escapes them, aware of the joking tone at least.] Well, a little communication goes a long way. Now you know.

[that question pulls a crooked smile to their lips, truly amused. as old as they are, they've heard plenty of arguments on the subject of their looks...]

I think it's surprising. I'm not any bigger than you, am I? [they are fully aware that they're not small, but also having no perspective for what is "normal" for sighted people's attractions is... well, it's a thing.] But since you think so... perhaps I'll give you a little more of that. I like it... mm. When someone can tell I'm not so one-note.

["perhaps," they say, like they haven't already fallen into his touches. like it's not easy to drop them right out of aggression.

but his mouth is more important, now. Nimah is slow but fervid, tongue sliding out to lap at his lips, to beg entrance. warm fingers return to their wandering, tracing firmly over scar and muscle alike. one pauses over his chest, rough-skinned thumb flicking against a nipple as their hips rock upward, testing the space between them again.]