He sighs quietly and leans, resting his head against him.

'You're not stupid. And I feel like an idiot for wanting to do it at all. And I feel stupid for feeling stupid about it.'

There's a quiet pause and then he adds, 'But I love you. And I do want you to. Nothing of mine I don't want to let you have.' His eyes flick up to him, suddenly amused. 'Besides, it has to feel good, right? The amount you scream, can't be a bad thing.'