He smirks, pleased at the effect he's clearly having, at the mindset Monty seems to be in at the moment, and then he leans forward, his weight on the bed causing Monty to slide - just a little bit - closer to him. He rests his hands at Monty's hips, stroking against the smooth skin there, feeling the structure of bone and muscle joined together, giving Monty shape.

"Are you going to just spread your legs for me Monty? Or are you going to make me work for it?"