[Lorenz pauses while pulling his shirt back on, thinking about how he will also need to, er, learn to do laundry really quickly-- to instead consider being licked clean. That's another mental image for the pile, indeed. He resumes fiddling with his buttons, considering this whole show-confidence-and-express-himself idea, so:]

It seems you have quite the sinful mouth, yourself. I would not be opposed.

[...He's getting there.

But oh, that admission is - sad, in its way. It must be difficult; Lorenz reaches out to touch his cheek with a small smile of his own.]

Take your time. My offer will stand.

[Now then. Getting dressed, and trying to finger-comb his hair into an acceptable shape.]

I suppose we have to return the dice, as well.