He gives him his most droll eye roll for his horrible jokes. "So good to see your humor isn't broken. I don't think there's a healer alive who'd know what to make of that."

The expression doesn't last long. His eyes hold lambent heat at the more serious request, his smile deepening. "Pretty sure I know the answer for myself," he says.

Kneeling up, he spreads his thighs further to put himself at a good level for his viewing pleasure. He tugs the rest of the lacing free of the breeches and lets out a soft groan of relief. His cock emerges thick and red, already wet at the tip. He makes a show of scooping up from the base and squeezing just beneath the head to push a larger bead of clear precum out, letting it drip down over his grip. "Like this?" His voice is already thicker.