He practically smells the moment the aphrodisiacs he'd asked the restaurant to include with the meal kick in, so he is prepared for Monty's sudden desperation. He easily catches hold of their frantic hands and holds them up out of the way, letting them press against his larger, more solid body, aching and writhing for more, yet still utterly denied. "Is that so?" He asks, sounding sweetly delighted - he was very good at this, but it was always gratifying to get things right - and then scoops them up into his arms in a bridal carry as he heads for the playroom.

Things are already shifted around, a large four-poster bed pulled out into the center, a few large mirrors positioned strategically around the room, a few furnishings softening the more utilitarian aspects of this room where all kinds of filthy activities took place. They would play with some of them over the next few days, but he wanted Monty in the right mindset first, as proper thanks for this extraordinary gift of their femininity and trust.

"You've been so lovely for me these past few days," he murmurs, gazing down at them, taking their full weight with no issue, giving them an opportunity to look around the playroom before he deposits them down on the bed.

"Anything else you really like, sweetheart? It's almost time for your reward, I think."