Jono wasn't going to say anything stupid like really, if only because he knew perfectly well that it had been. If he hadn't been more or less plugged directly into her brain (or vice-versa, he wasn't so clear on the difference), he might have felt the need to.

As it stood, he was going to settle for an //I'm glad you enjoyed it,// while ever-so-slightly rearranging himself, re-claiming his hand (after some hesitation; he liked it right where it was) and lifting his hips a bit so that he could work his trousers the rest of the way down. A little belatedly, but 'off' seemed like the better option, here. //And here I was worried I was losing my touch.//