I rather play it safe than risk upsetting you. Some plan that was...

['Cause, you know, he ended up upsetting her anyway. Good going, champ. To match her strained look, he simply rests his elbow on the table, propping up his chin in his hand.

His tentacles have no choice now--they wrap around her legs and pull them apart. The two tentacles inside her align themselves against her inner sides, gaping her open so that her soaking wet, hot insides can feel the chill of the air for a while.]

Maybe we should come up with some communication tactic that won't get misunderstood in the heat of the moment...a kind of safe word.