[He goes quiet, hearing that. Clearly needing to think about it, letting out a sigh as he turns it over in his mind.]

... Not as much as I wish it would.

Please, don't get me wrong - I want this so badly... I would love nothing more than to let you ride me like it's going out of fashion.
If I had the choice, I'd allow you to fuck me until I fall unconscious. And I feel no shame admitting this.

But somehow, at the same time, it makes me feel as though we're stirring the contents of my chest cavity with a spiked mace.