His distraction is somewhat of a hinderance when it comes to picking up on her subtle hint of loneliness, but it isn't fully lost on him - after all, when he has also found himself so very lonely at times, it is easier to feel it when she speaks.

There was something else he was going to say, in response to her comment about not wanting to intrude upon him - he might have been startled, but he would not have minded - but then she speaks of her hands taking hold of his cock, and everything in his mind promptly and rapidly evaporates.

"...you can be as wicked as you would like," he mutters, voice breaking roughly (once he manages to find it again from wherever it ran off to) as a shudder runs down his spine. "I would not, not object. Please."