"Sometimes," he echoed, his mouth quirking into a faint smile, "More often, since I came here."

In the glow of the bathroom light, he could see the dark smattering of her freckles, the coarse hair between her thighs, a healing scrape on one of her knees.

"Show me?" He asked, and the request served to purposes: He wanted to see her, to watch her give herself pleasure, but he also needed a bit of instruction. While he wasn't completely without knowledge, the fact of the matter was that he had no idea what he was doing.