"A shame you don't think of these things until after the fact," he says, scolding, but still good-naturedly amused. He doesn't reply one way or another despite Monty's wheedling and pouting, simply watches as Monty tugs down their clothes, exposing themselves to his avid gaze. It's a beautiful sight - his Companion really was such a treat - and he reaches his large hand out to rest on their slim thigh, sliding his thumb along the already damp, hot folds.

"Is this you being good?" He murmurs, turning his hand so he can use his fingers to spread Monty open, exposing the soft, vulnerable skin to open air. "Or is this just you being a needy, selfish little slut?"