He'll take that as a compliment (though the less conceited parts of him are fairly certain Chloe's clear headed enough to work past any minor distractions his tongue might provide), mouth hot over her skin as his fingers slide up across the top of her thigh, anchoring sturdy right where her leg and hip meet: thumb stroking low, low, low across her belly. It's mostly idle touches: wandering hands as he grazes and pinches with his teeth, breathes out warm and presses with his tongue to follow up any minor sting. Easy, simple; despite what should probably be a narrowing window for how long he should really be spending in her flat, he finds he's not really in much of a hurry.