[Sänger just grins at him, gaze flashing in mischief. If he's bothered by the slight damage to his slacks, he doesn't show it at all.]

You'll just have to hold me up at that point, won't you?

[He shivers slightly at the contact, and then hums, rocking his hips against their finger.]

You make me weak-kneed, so it's hard to help. But I'll warn you if I get too wobbly.

[Reaching for them, he threads his fingers into Yoku's hair, gently playing with the strands.]

But I have only ever been open about how filthy my mind is.

[Well, once he felt comfortable enough to talk about such matters. Which hadn't taken long after they'd met.]