If you want me to wear more of it, I could just gut you like a cornish game 'en as I am always wishing to do.

[He opens his hands up slightly, just enough to slide his thumbs upward. The heels of his palms maintain a light pressure against Scout's throat as he strokes Scout's jaw with his thumbs.]

Now, 'ow are we feeling about t'at tension, hmm?

[This is far from over, he knows, so he'll keep a tight hold on everything he can reach. He settles his weight a little more firmly across Scout's pelvis, his fingers sliding under the base of Scout's skull.]