"Whatever the fuck he wants, as usual." Toby gave Chris' ass a little slap, before moving to sit on the bed in front of Elliot, leaning back on her elbows and spreading her legs; she wasn't about to get on her knees for anyone but her lover. If he looked, he could probably see the faint edge of the tattoo from how she was sitting, but he'd probably be better off not asking. Toby gave him an expectant look, running a hand down her front to slip between her legs and play with herself again, spreading the wetness up to her clit, rubbing it faintly.