"Uh huh," which is all drawn out, going from momentarily ready to believe some fragment of this story to stonewall certainty that she's pulling his leg. "Well in that case, you had better get to it."

The zipper drags itself open by merit of leverage - honestly, he's nowhere near hard, though the line of her stomach drawn up between her breasts isn't a bad view by any estimation. And there's a kind of satisfaction to be won in letting her do whatever it is she likes; she'll just have to do better than telling him to keep his hands off and peeling his jeans down is all.