That's probably why I never bothered with my own act in the circus. Who was gonna follow me and pull it off? [His arrogance lacks irony, like this is something he truly believes, and maybe he does (he doesn't)- it's not as if anyone can call him on it and with all the honesty that comes from intimacy (the only honesty that isn't cruel or vicious there is), spinning tales is a nice recourse from being open and vulnerable. You can't lie when someone's getting you off, and if you pull it off, you're not doing it right.

Molly's breath hitches as his sensitive areas prickle twofold, and he snaps playfully at Ren's nose, teeth closing on nothing but air.] I mean if it's not too much trouble? You can get fancy, if you like. I am more than open to you experimenting with your rhythm here. [His toes curl \a bit in anticipation.] Most people are not that willing to be an open canvas, and they're probably miserable for it.

[How the fuck are you supposed to figure out what you're into if you don't let people- especially first-timers- play around. The worst you're gonna do is find out you don't like something. Tch. Cowards.]