He lets go of the ring, turns his hand, slides his wide palm down between Monty's legs, insinuating his thick, sturdy fingers between Monty's slim thighs, jostling the two other rings, a dull clack of metal and flesh as they rub against each other. "Of course I missed you," he replies, complying with Monty's earnest little plea. "After all, your proper place is wherever I am, isn't it, little one? How else can I take care of all your desperate, slutty holes? I have to make sure my precious little doll is satisfied, don't I?"