"Could anyone like it as much as you do, little one?" he asks, with a smile as he looks down at Monty's upturned face. "But I'm sure at leaat one of your admirers is imagining bending you over and fucking you open, maybe even using both your needy little holes at the same time." They frequented that cafe regularly, after all, despite it being out of the way, specifically because it was located within a designated adults-only space, and because the system protected such activities there. There were always gawkers and passersby, but some good number of the customers in that little district likely had dreams of being pulled into a scene with a Companion, or even had held a contract or two of their own.

He smirks as he looks down at Monty, the eager pleading in their wide blue eyes, already clearly desperate, and takes another sip of his coffee. "Obvious," he declares, not without affection, tapping Monty's nose. "But really I don't think you deserve my cock right now, not after your carelessness." He removes Monty's hand from his belt buckle, gestures at their own pants, the spreading patch of dampness, undeniable evidence of their desperate arousal.

"But I'm feeling generous this morning. Show me your needy little cunt, handsome, and I'll lend you a hand. If you can't get yourself off before we arrive, that's on you. I'm far too busy today to indulge you further, and you've already set my schedule back."