He swallows past a tight throat, eyes glazing over as her hand sends ripples of heat through his core. As she bids, beyond a slight shift to keep the blood circulating through his legs, he does not move.

"Mayhap I could...make one of those rings," he suggests thickly. "The ones from that city - they restrict the flow of blood to the loins and prevent orgasm, since I have no geas to stop me from doing so here. Then my pleasure would be at your behest...and not a second sooner."