His eyes almost involuntarily glance towards her mouth. He notes how his gaze almost tracks how her teeth run over her lip before he looks away.

"Is this what I get for worrying about you?" Ah, well. He does lean in close, lowering his voice to try to whisper in her ear. "But all right -- I'll make sure my hands and mouth will be more than enough to keep you satisfied. So you won't want or worry about anything else."

And other things, he supposes, but details.