Everything is so overwhelming and he's having trouble picking one thing to focus on. His brain is rattling around and taking in as much as he can, but the trouble is that he has so many wonderful things that he wants to focus on. So right now, he focuses on that pump of desire, the way he looks down to see if he should be worried about tenting trousers before he remembers that it's not him.

"Yeah," he gets out, strangled by his desire. "Yeah, I'm good for that."