There really was no actual choice he had in that particular instance; he was rather a creature of habit, and once her fingers were around him, he was fine with not talking at all for a while. He did, however, murmur, "I believe I has become a bad influence?" He was grinning however, before he captured her mouth with his own once more, rocking into her hand with a murmur through his nose. The kiss was passionate, deep and needy, and his tongue darted across her lips, only the ball of the piercing breaching into her mouth for a moment.
The guitarist tugged the lace until it came undone, and he started unlacing her corset, with light, delicate movements of his nails on her back, occasionally leaving a deliberate trail of heavier scratches before he lifted the garment away from her body and set it down beside them. He immediately pulled out of the kiss to devote his attention to her breasts once again, holding them and squeezing lightly while kissing and licking and flicking her nipples with the tip of his tongue, looking up to her face to see the look in her eyes.