For a moment, Adjutor wondered if the situation could get any more embarrassing. Then a ripping sound answers his question as a slight squirm somehow tears Ann's cloak wide open, making the teen fully aware of the soft warmth of her body against his, the teen's face going almost crimson with this realization. Adjutor takes a moment to try to calm himself, taking a deep, steadying breath, but all this does is fill his very mind with her scent, ingraining it in his memory and wearing down his mental barriers further.
...Honestly, you probably should just take what's being offered.
Xarrest, we've been over this already.
Then Ann struck the deathblow to the teen's restraint with a simple question, asked with a voice that only served to both excite him and to incite him to try to escape again, the failure only serving to confirm that he's more or less recovered from the earlier ordeal and to remind the teen that a singular piece of clothing is all that separates the rapidly hardening length from the woman beneath him.
"I..." Adjutor trails off for a moment, desperately racking his brains for some kind of prior commitment and coming up empty.
See, you don't even have an excuse this time. Besides, if you're still going to be on about how you don't deserve to enjoy yourself for your own sake, then just go ahead and attend to her. Hell, you'll probably be making her day better, to boot.
...I hate you so much right now.
"I don't think I have any prior commitments," Adjutor admits, looking away, anywhere but at those eager blue eyes, or that tanned skin, or- Bad thoughts!
"So, yes. Keeping you company shouldn't inconvenience me. Though, I suppose that wouldn't really matter too much, would it?"