Heck no. All that shit flashing around. Being shiny. Movin' like reflectors while you're fucking. Bells and whistles is what that shit issssss...

[That flapping jaw shuts to sound a hiss when Larry's mouth closes on him. Jesus Christ, these hands are clawing down from hair to shoulders and down to thick firm forearms still covered in sleeves.]

Baby that's good... [Code for he wants more but is not at liberty to beg. Yet.]