"But I don't have a camera." He would say  with a sheepish grin.   "Besides, somebody needs to be paying attention if a customer draws near.  Then again, if someone walks in on all this, I suppose I could say you're both taking a lunch break." In truth, he was just somewhat... shy, perhaps? And looking for excuses not to do it.<br/><br/>...But then again, he knew that if he humored her, he'd be in for an especially good time later on. So he manages to rouse himself from his chair with a heavy, dramatized sigh, and slowly smacks his steel fan against the palm of his other hand, producing a rhythmic, audible smacking sound, not unlike someone being flogged.<br/><br/>As he approached the Nymph, he would drag the flat of the fan along her lower back, and cheeks, being careful not to risk any real harm to her from the spines.  He slowly pulls the fan  away from her, only for it to resolutely smack her; first on the right, then the left cheek. The sensation is different than a spanking from Ankh's hands, because it's cool metal, but it was no more or less hard.<br/><br/>Each cheek would receive several more spanks; whilst doing so, he is giving Ankh<em>the look</em>that says 'you owe me for this'.