[His cheeks go dark at the blatant interest, and he ducks his head a little - glances over at the sofa.]

Uh. Sure. Lemme - lemme get ready.

[He makes his way over, self-conscious - settles himself on the sofa. When he's lying flat, he shifts a little, and then shifts again, the gentle press from lying face down on the padded cushions certainly a whole lot more intense, given how wound up he is.]

[When he speaks again, his voice is a little strained:]

...kay. I'm good.