"Hmm?" The hum of it, his lips around her labia (labius? it's just the one, she'd know whether there's a singular form and he's in no mood to distract her by asking) can't possibly help. He tilts his head just enough to meet her gaze, his eyes moving over the gorgeous landscape of her belly and tits on the way up to her face. "Something wrong, Scully?"

Indulging her sense of selfishness, if 'occasionally wanting to be the center of attention' can really be called selfishness, does wonders for his ego. Now, as ever: he'll give her everything she could possibly want, or at least try to, once she demands it. More, harder, give it to me, every porn cliché translating to you're the only one who can get me off here.