He no doubt needs it, not that he thinks that obviously.

His eyes fall closed for a brief second at the feel of that hand, then he steps back and kicks them off; they're quickly followed by his shorts. He keeps eye contact with her as he does - he's proud of his body, knows he looks good. Then he heads to the bed, sitting on the edge and smirking at her.

'Why don't you show me what your mouth can do?'