[ His grin widens when her hand starts to tug him further up her leg. He doesn't need much more encouragement than that to work his fingertips into her shorts a little way, enjoying the soft warmth of her skin and the easy tension in her gaze. This is familiar territory, even if their surroundings aren't his usual style.

He reaches over to set his coffee down on the floor and scoots up a bit on the bed. ]

Oh, at least two -- three? Four. [ Still holding her gaze, he lifts his free hand to brush a stray lock of hair back from her face. ] Maybe I should just.. start, and you can tell me when you want me to stop.