[Wouldn't be the first time he hasn't heard enthusiasm from someone, either. He knows what this is about, or, well thinks he knows what this is about. He's been wrong plenty of times in the past and he's certain he'll keep being wrong in the future. A pleasant surprise, perhaps.

He spares a glance at the bottle for a second before his attention focuses back on Dimitri, a lazy and far too cat-caught-the-canary esque grin playing on his lips. His thighs are probably one of the only places he doesn't currently have any scars or marks on. The skin far, far softer than any of the rest of his body.]

Didn't mean it like that, but gotcha. [Boss could mean a number of things to him, but he supposed it didn't really mean the same where Dimitri's from. Not that that fact surprises him by any stretch of the imagination.]

Take your time~ [It's not like he has anywhere he needs to be, hell, even if it's just his thigh being touched right now, he can still get a nice view of him jerking himself off. His own hands are finding purchase on the sheets beneath him for now, knowing he'll probably need them later. That and he's quite curious to what Dimitri will do if he refuses to touch anything for now.

It might annoy him later, but he's certainly pissed himself off worse in the past.]

Guess you like what you see if you're doing all that, I'll take that as a win. [Shut up, Hol.]