It's all business with Jade, clearly, and though the robe bunches up at his elbows, the real discomfort comes from a hand suddenly on his dick. Heine twitches almost violently, nearly sitting up on the desk to get away.

"Sit in the chair," he replies after a moment. His voice is strained, and he's definitely not feeling anything but discomfort and confusion at the moment. Not expecting a situation like this and in possession of a low sex drive, Heine's got nothing prepared. Not even himself, as it is, but he can make an effort.