Tch. [Gently, he rolls his head back and forth to force the fingers to rub through his hair again.

Ugh, he despises how good it feels, warm and cool hands both getting the strands to stick up more than they already do.] How much I hold back, huh? You're just fucking out to see what all I can do.

Trying to weasel out my damn secrets. [It doesn't sound exactly like he's angry about it, mostly musing.] I said I'd show you anyway. [He juts his chin a second in a beckoning fashion.]

Gimme your ear, and I'll tell you what all I'll do to you.