Roland let himself be guided back towards the bed without complaint, his fingers weaving into her hair as they went. "Harder for a man to lie about such things," he commented, looking down at her. "We wear it rather more obviously than you." Which seemed particularly appropriate, since his cock, while still soft, was already to starting to twitch its interest again. If the night went on as it seemed like it might, he thought dryly, he would be too tired to move from bed for days after.

Just at the moment, that didn't seem like a particularly horrific fate. If nothing else, it kept his responsibilities off his mind for the time being. Sitting down on the bed, his legs splayed, he ran a hand down her side, enjoying the warmth and solidity of her. Yes, he could definitely go along with this.