[A nervous laugh escapes him at that statement, as he drapes the back of a hand across his forehead.]

Yeah, that's ... gonna be a pain, isn't it? I think--ah--I'm okay with staying bedridden.

[The cold hand sends a shiver that makes its way up along his spine, causing a subconsciously arch of his back, already moving his hips slightly against slick fingers.]

Just go easy on me, alright? [Another laugh, because, well, that's probably not gonna happen.]