[Hell yeah, he thinks, and then he's a little surprised at his own immediate vehemence, even if it's still living in the confines of his head for the moment. Logic says: she's offering you the fish part! You just had a fish in your hands five minutes ago and it sucked!

Yeah, says the rest of him, in a much louder voice, but that fish wasn't attached to a hot chick.]

I'd touch whatever you wanted me to.

[Not subtle, but sometimes he's not. (Most of the time.)

He laughs, though, as he moves a little closer at the invitation.]

Buuut not unless you wanted me to! I can totally keep it below the belt! . . . That's kinda backwards from normal, but you know what I mean!