Since you took me out for a night on the town, I'll make it worth your while.

[He had great intentions, and he rose a bit when her hand crept down between them, and while he wasn't fully hard, his interest was plain. So were his wandering hands as he began to pull at her clothing, making clear overtures to removing them and dumping them next to where they were standing. His fingers were surprisingly dexterous, like this might have been something he had done more often than he would like to admit.]

Swear to God, if I ain't hard by the time the clothes come off, hit me. Like... belt me one. Always works.