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His eyes glaze over as she describes his options, registering the flush of her skin belatedly as his own goosepimples beneath her attentions. Before trying to formulate an answer, Tony sits up and holds his arms back so she can fully remove his robe as seems to be her goal. It feels like a trick question, and he licks his lips as he tries to come to the proper conclusion. Laying herself out for him is oh so tempting, but would put him completely on the spot. For once in his life he decides on the safer option, though his heart pounds even quicker for it anyway. "Sit on my face," he rasps into her ear, tone full to the brim with need as his fingers fiddle with the tie of her robe now. "Please."