"Did you think I was going to brute force my way in, immediately put you over my lap and spank you? I'm not a monster, Gojo." Suguru has never called Satoru anything but "Satoru" in the past, and it feels awkward to use it for the second time, but it puts distance between them. Suguru can't get away with physical distance between them, if she wants to keep Satoru from poking at all her sore spots, but she also isn't going to let her dictate everything.

She glances down at her hands, moving it away before Satoru can grab her hand. The black leather is lovely against her skin, and she likes the feel of them. They do add to the spectacle of it all.

"I said don't touch. That applies here. And it's some of both They're nice, aren't they?" She reaches up and caresses Satoru's cheek with a gloved finger. "But they aren't my hands, the warmth of my skin. And that's what you want." Not a question. A statement of fact. She's going out on a limb there, but she doesn't think it's wrong. "I'll decide when you've earned that."