"Oh, you're very excited, aren't you," she croons when he reacts so enthusiastically, starting a slow series of strokes. "And to think you've been like this since the arrow hit you... how ever were you planning to make it back in that state?"

Her words have a certain air of haughtiness to them, one she drives in by retrieving her fingers and caressing the side of his face with them, then working a trail down his neck and chest. The look on her face is sly to match; since he's trying very hard to be obedient, she may as well throw him a bone.

So she lifts his leg and, with the fingers that had been in his mouth prior, starts to go into his arse, hoping to get him going from the inside -- an art she's sure Hythlodaeus must have perfected by now as well.