Kurloz' arm was tucked under his head as he watched her right back through half-lidded eyes, smiling faintly as he lifted his leg to let her do as she wished with it. The boxer briefs he wore were bunched up around the creases of his hips, leaving his legs entirely exposed before her. Nervous or not, you're doin' a real fuckin' good job of makin' all this completely motherfuckin' worth it. The higher up her hands ran on him the more his contended little smile grew until he was nearly grinning down at her even through his stitches.