Oh. Oh, even the thought of that has him stiffening further, his mouth going a bit dry with anticipation. He whimpers a little bit, struggling to find his words, to find coherent thought at all, really-

"Y-yes," he moans, shuddering under the nails skating over his skin. "P-please, Georg - please-"

A little more needy than he meant it to sound, but...he can't help it.