She flushed faintly, wondering whens he'd gotten a lingerie drawer.  She supposed undies counted, though her tastes ran to lace boy shorts, and the occasional thong.  She had some decent bras a few slips and a couple of silky nighties, but that was it.  It was certainly nothing that would get the blood pumping.  She tried to imagine how he would react to the view of her in some lace corset or bustier, thigh highs and a garter belt..  She had a feeling they would both enjoy that...<br/><br/>as he continued she flushed, shrugging awkwardly as she gazed down at her lap.  She supposed guys did try to be "good" in bed, but more for their own benefit.  he was definitely different in that regard.  maybe that was a roman thing, given the whole orgiastic atmosphere, a little oral action was probably expected knowledge.<br/><br/>"Offer..  maybe..  deliver..  " she shrugged softly. "Guys..  don't generally enjoy..  some of the things you're so good at..  and that you seem to ..  actually enjoy.  " she shrugged, and then blushed deeper at his compliment.  "thanks.." she managed, surprised by how she felt now.  it really -was- more like they were a couple..  dating..  lovers.