Taff chuckled a little nervously, the compliment sending shivers through him, and goosepimples rose up on his skin under Tristan's fingertips. "Ha, ha, stop it Trist.. I'm blushing," He murmured, his tone playful, not revealing that he was, indeed, blushing. He wriggled a little and regretted it, the friction of the bed beneath him just making his problem worse. "You're really good at this..." He said, voice slightly high. Conversation would distract him right? "Where did you learn huh?It does feel good..."