[ There sure are a lot of words starting with i, and most of them aren't any fun in this current game of shiritori, he thinks to himself. Of course, that's the only cogent thought he can manage, as she finds the spot rather quickly that makes his eyes squeeze shut and a loud moan escape his lips. His free hand clutches at her hip, an expression of need, and a shiver runs down his spine.

He'd be embarrassed if he wasn't too overwhelmed with desire to care. Even then, he's still a little embarrassed. He really needs to up his game if he's going to beat her: either at shiritori, or at working each other over into a frenzy. ]

I-Ingo...

[ "Dirty talk." It feels a little weird saying that after such an earnest admission of love from her, but she already knows where all this is coming from: not just a place of lust. Besides, it's exactly the segue he needs into the next phase of his strategy.

The tip of his middle finger delves inward, parting her folds. His wrist moves downward so that he can curl his finger inward, though he doesn't slip in too deeply yet. They haven't done this yet, and he wants to make sure he doesn't push too far, either literally or figuratively.

But that's only one part of his strategy. ]

Is that what you want to hear me do, Mion? T-Talk dirty to you and tell you all the dirty things we can do together...?

[ Game, set, and match. He's the Magician of Words. There's no way she won't fall for this. ]