He nods, appreciating the gesture as much as the teasing - it is good to know he has an out, even if he desperately hopes he won't need it. He doesn't want to let her down.

He shifts as she commands, though at least part of his attention is still captured by that ghostly caress. When he reaches the mat, he pauses, smiling back at her warmly.

"Where do you want me, Olya?" He echos her earlier question, his voice gone husky thanks to her teasing.