[ There's the sound of a muted whimper as he's unceremoniously used as an armrest. Though he might pretend to protest it he doesn't move away and in fact finds himself feeling warm and welcoming to her arm and weight. The contradiction of that of course manifests in a furious blush to his face, and he's mostly thankful it's hidden to their positioning. Mostly slightly kind of only if he turns his head away. ]

Steel or not, it's just out there, exposed in the open air, begging for attention for whomst would ever give it.

[ He starts becoming more aware of the words coming out of his mouth and is definitely going to blame her for it. In a bid of dry cheeky retribution he gestures again to the dildo. ]

If you're so confident in it Miss Foddebrat, then I... dare you to touch it.