If only he was more experienced with trysts like this he might angle for a mouthful joke. Something leaning hard into filthy euphemism. Turns out he's too busy staring at her mouth with his hands frozen in place to come up with anything witty or flirtatious. Eventually his eyes lift again to catch her gaze, lips already tugged into an amused kind of grin. Silly and way beyond any hope of being cool in the face of her joke.

"Where are you from?" He asks as her accent catches his ear, the light conversation a precursor to something far heavier like the arousal in his veins. It pumps hard through his body, making him feel alive and very present within himself. It's a fun feeling, one that he's getting comfortable with seeking out.