[Kaph is quite honestly split between arousal and laughter. Not necessarily because of Éowyn's desperation, no - a man like him, of course, has alright entertained thoughts of Éowyn begging for him - but because holy shit, ye olde hornye Englishe.]
Weeell... [He clears his throat to hold back a laugh. He doubts it would put her off at this point, but he doesn't want to knock himself out of this mood.] If you wanna take me that badly, you probably ought to make things easier on yourself, huh?
[For now, he'll take the chance to feel her body, his hands sliding to her breasts.]
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Weeell... [He clears his throat to hold back a laugh. He doubts it would put her off at this point, but he doesn't want to knock himself out of this mood.] If you wanna take me that badly, you probably ought to make things easier on yourself, huh?
[For now, he'll take the chance to feel her body, his hands sliding to her breasts.]