There's a surge of appreciation and warm affection at his words. And even more when she catches the way he flushes. Then her eyes flutter half shut, one hand still directing the little toy, the other grasping at Howl's shirt, fingers gripping and tight as she nudges the tip up and over herself, sliding against the hooded nub of her clit and then dragging back down and then again, letting her arousal start to slicken it as it glides over her, Howl's assistance having spread her open.

"Oh, no - n-no hurrying," she replies, "Let's take our time. You're so warm and this gift is - ah - oh, I adore it-" She turns her head to try and bury her face against the crook of his neck as a little noise of pleasure worms its way out of her.