He put his hands behind his head and did a facsimile of a yawn.  "Well, I suppose it's two minuts and forty..... two seconds now."  He said, looking at the large grandfather clock in the back of the room.  He leaned back and looked at the ceiling, secretly peering at her shrouded nudity with the corner of his eyes.<br/><br/>"Well, there aren't very many ways to pleasure a man without losing your innocence, I'm sure you'll come up with something."  He wasn't in the mood to help her.  In fact, he was doing his dead level best to make sure she failed at her task.  Of course, he'd love to see her try.  He tried his best to imagine something boring.  Perhaps he'd think about what he was going to eat for lunch tomorrow.<br/><br/>Perhaps a nice ham.  Or salmon.