Chris watched Toby with interest, chuckling when he lowered the pants a bit more and the man's eyes followed, "Like a fucking dog and his ball," He teased before he slid a hand into his pants, into his boxers, and his fingers brushed against his already-moist sex and he cooed softly, eyes still on Toby as he backed towards the stairs, "No fucking balls here, baby. Hate to disappoint you," He teased. Okay, yes, Chris was having fun with this, was having a laugh taking it to pornographic levels, but the guy wasn't a chick every day. Obviously.