He looks up, just enough that she can get a clear line of sight on his eyes. "No," is his clear, firm response back to her, hands right back to her hips, rubbing a little where he thinks he can see the first hints of blues and purples, inordinately pleased with himself for what he's done. He rubs his fingertips slowly down over her thighs until he's evoked goosebumps, then he goes right back to his teasing, slow strokes.

This time, he uses morse, a pattern to tease her with merciless fast and then drawing out slow.