Taweret was chuckling and already up looking to see if there was anything cool. “No, that has nothing to do with a firm grip, dear, that's all speed. Well, usually.” She slid a look to her sister. “If he's coming too soon, you have a whole other problem. But... that's workable.” She grabbed a pitcher of water and brought it to the table.
“Are we dealing with a premature ejaculation problem, Seshat, or are you able to predict the event before it happens?”