[He'll take that reaction-- it was downright adorable, and to him, anything that makes her smile or laugh feels like a victory. She deserves all of the happiness he can give her and more. And, he supposes, this is probably what sex is supposed to be like when you're with someone you love. There's a level of intimacy to it that's unlike anything he's ever experienced before; even silly, awkward moments somehow become sexy as a result.]

I can wash the couch later. That's not much of a concern given that everything here is free, and besides, it's not really good sex unless some furniture gets trashed in the process.

[Any further remarks die on his lips when he spots where her hand is moving and... oh. Oh. Well. He'd never pictured Elizabeth as the type to pleasure herself, given what he knew, so the sight of her touching herself like that sparks an instant inferno in him. Any questions she might have as to what he thinks of this will be answered by the wide-eyed, staring look on his face as he just watches that hand like a hawk.]