[It is good, enough so that it's disconcerting. He has the faint sense that this isn't right, that is's strange—but more than that, that he's losing somehow, that it's letting her take control exactly like he insisted she couldn't. That how much he likes this is a weakness.

But he knows how to deal with that part, and it's to turn it around on her.]

You like that, hmm? You want more?

[He strokes her tentacle more deliberately a few times before raising the wrist that it's wrapped around to his lips to mouth it gently.]