"If I can't keep you satisfied any longer, you have my permission to kill me, stick a metal rod in my penis, and use my dead body for your sex toy. I'll even stand back and watch." He shut his eyes again and curled the arm he had around her back at the elbow, so instead of it just resting there it held her down against his chest, offering resistance if she decided she wanted to move. He wanted her to stay put.
Partially, because that gun was still on the floor.
"If I see you messing with anyone else I'm going to shoot until I kill them, or I run out of bullets." The latter was much more likely to happen, sadly. And Church was very much aware of that.