His brain briefly short-circuits when she suggests that he lay her down on the grass and fuck her - mostly because he cannot fathom the idea that a creature like himself could be worthy of such a high honor. It takes him a moment to reset his mind and his words are a little scattered, scrambled when he does speak.

(His fingers do slow inside of her, because his capacity for speaking and moving to pleasure her at the same time is minimal.)

"Would have...you would have me...allow me to..."

He shakes his head to try to straighten his mind, and then glances up at her - and she is the vision of everything he has ever dreamed of as he has wandered these woods, as he has laid awake in his bed in the middle of the night, cock aching in his hand as he tried to practice, make himself 'good enough' for at least one of them to say "yes" if he tried to ask them to lay with him...

"I would..." he nods, short and firm. "I would like that, Goddess."