"Mmmm."<br/><br/>His expression lightened a little, less agitation and more a bit of impatience and just being done with the game, which is really what it all wound up coming off as from her. He... understood. And showed it, a little bit, but he wasn't really taking the whole "passed a test" thing so well, and waved it off.<br/><br/>"It's fine, just-"<br/><br/>He stopped, and actually heard the rest of what she had to say out. The fact that she was being open and had completely changed tones helped. A lot, actually, the sheer lack of her cat and mouse, give and take, teasing and never being honest was refreshing, especially was something about her disarmed him and made it harder than ever to keep his head free and working instead of getting sucked in and pulled a long. That was probably the magical "fuck-me-aura" the woman gave off even surer than any pheromones, but he knew nothing about that of course.<br/><br/>"Yeah...?"<br/><br/>Okay, Celeste liked watching them. And she was okay if Celeste was okay. He just had frustration he needed to deal with somehow.<br/><br/>...and then he got a little more sucked into it. Curious. Well, curious, and while she was getting excited in a way that was not sexual, his was very much ambiguous about how much it was or was not related to the idea that him getting off was involved in this. He leaned forward a hair, and nodded along. He was a little lost, very clearly. Or at the least confused as this came very strangely from Tellus, although very nice. But wierd. But yes.<br/><br/>"I..."<br/><br/>He blinked, closed his mouth, and thought about what the hell to say for a moment.<br/><br/>"I... don't know where that came from," he didn't sound like he was complaining, just a hair lost, "But I think we have ourselves a plan. You can handle the details. So let's-"<br/><br/>He was a little eager, but didn't want to be over eager. So he picked Tellus up- she might have had superior strength, but at less than five nothing he could move her like she was a feather, even if she could move him back properly braced. He picked her up, standing and setting her on her feet, and playfully bumped her with his hip, even though he couldn't do it as well as the ladies and their hourglass shape, and opened the door, with a shine of excitement and mischief in his eye, practically a bounce in his step, and walked to the bed, bending over Celeste and gently cooing to her, not touching her except for an exceptionally brief, barely touching kiss on the lips. Careful not to touch her, he started to climb partway onto the bed, up on his knees. He didn't know, or care if Tellus wanted him to turn her over and fuck her throat, or if she was going to have him stay up, or push him over, or what have you, he didn't really care. If she got Celeste on throat with this, he just needed to get this out of his system before he exploded like an overshaken soda pop. Not exploded in the literal sense. Of frustration.<br/><br/>The literal sense and general ending was more what he was excited for, atop the anxiousness.