Hyacinthe took a moment to consider the question, his hand moving aside. "Good with it?" he asked, cupping her face and pulling her in for a kiss. "No. I want so badly to be inside of you, dragging more of those noises from your throat." He would always give her honesty, at least. "But I'm a man grown and if this is what I get?" He shrugged. "I still get to come with the taste of you on my lips and the scent of you on my cock."