[The flush goes darker still, when he sees Rye just settle himself on the table and spread his legs. He shifts, squirming a little, as he realizes this means he's not going to be able to take cover under the table like he'd planned]

[All around them, the audience members seated at their tables are turning to look, murmuring low and excited]

Ah - right.

L-lemme, like - right.

[And he goes, very carefully, to his knees]