He was more than happy to oblige her in telling her, in explicit detail, in the best English he could muster, precisely what he wanted to do with her just then. Every lurid, sexual detail was crystal clear in his mind, and speaking it was hard for him, but he continued onward, not touching her, simply telling her. He diverted from his usual, crude words, and used the more subtle synonyms, whispering into her ear. He spoke of each delightful part of her body, her neck, her shoulders, her perfect breasts and her soft, perfect skin. He followed suit with what he'd do with each and every finger, every inch of her long, strong legs, and every other part of her body. His fingers started to twitch against the back of the couch and he curled them under, inward to his palm, to curb his desire just then. But he stipulated, "If I can't does on all of dat tonights, I will just continues into every days after and makes sure each parts of your bodies is praised like dey is need to be."