Even if he were to give no reply, the stiffness she is playing with would be plenty of answer on it's own.  Even so, as he moves his head down toward her breasts again he says, "I can't think of any man stupid enough to object to an offer like that."<br/><br/>The fingers beneath her shirt have been working to release the cloth wrapped breasts, working the cloth slowly up her left breast.  Though they have not yet freed it completely, the cloth has been lifted enough that her hardened nipple is exposed, poking against the fabric of her shirt.  His lips move to that as a target, closing around it and pulling lightly.<br/><br/>Flicking his tongue once over the cloth he releases her nipple then smiles up at her, "You know, were you on my side of town, over at the Rusty Dagger, I might have taken you into the back room by now, the barkeep there would have let me have an hour for a couple coppers."