[ Ew. Communication. But, in this case... he can make an exception. Maybe. Try, at the very least. Still, he sighs dramatically, shaking his head in mock-defeat. ]

Consent to what, exactly? You still haven't made me boobielays.

[ Though, this time, he can't keep the smirk off of his face. ]

I'm fine with taking it slow. I'd prefer it over the alternative, actually. Let's see where this goes.