What would the hoarder know of generosity? Everything, obviously! At the very least, he knew that which was presented as generous while being no such thing. What of his verbal response, though? Well... "He would know all that he needs to understand the lack of it," he said. On went Artoria to insist she did not lie. There were many semantics to be argued in that regard, truthful though her words were by technicality. Would he argue any of them? No; no he wouldn't. There was far too much to do, including the absolute molestation of the tongue he was offered in spite of Artoria's naysaying.

He could have easily called her compliance the act of a guilty person, but instead, he relished in the sensation of that tongue in his mouth. He was finding coffee to be a rather pleasant thing to taste, but... perhaps that had nothing to do with coffee at all. Perhaps it was simply the tongue itself. Perhaps it was the reactive movements against his own tongue. Perhaps it was nothing to do with any of that, and could solely be blamed on the repeated collision of lower bodies that would certainly not be ending any time soon. A shift would come eventually of course, but how many minutes would pass first? How many orgasms would occur on either end, and how many changes would come about? Maybe it wouldn't be worth counting anything. . .