*gives an abortive head-shake against your shoulder* We don't have to now, if you're having a good time. I'm fine.
*distantly recalls a conversation about jealousy and, while he's pleased he hasn't registered even a twinge of such, it's also a morose reminder that he won't be winding you up and dragging you home for sex*
*doesn't especially feel like watching again, either; it was fun enough, but not-touching you was more awkward than he'd thought it would be (could you be any more useless, Erestor?)*