The pink flush never ceases to amuse Azem. They grin cheekily at him.

Ah, but then he has to ask what they want, and it's their turn to feel a little flustered. They're so much happier just going along with whatever their partner wants. Whatever sense of feeling flustered they may have is pushed aside as a grin forms on their lips, and they lean in closer to him, one hand sliding up his arm.

"I want you to enjoy this," they respond, voice husky, "whether that's inside me or not, is entirely up to you."