Tetsuo's breath catches briefly as she nestles still closer against him, even before the very tempting suggestion of her being his reward pretty much confirms and reinforces every intimate, provocative thought in his head. He chuckles a bit breathlessly, holding her tightly for a long moment in a silent encouragement to press against and tease and tempt and seduce him all she likes, and steals another kiss when the temptation becomes too gray to resist.

"Mmn... I... somethin' better'n you? I really don't..."

As much as he might like the idea of her hanging onto him, he's not about to deny that her open-ended suggestion of implicitly giving herself to him is on a very short list of things that definitely would be even better. Once she explicitly prompts him, though, it's all he can do to not let himself start getting ideas about exactly how she might try to reward him even more, beyond that he'd be absolutely putty in her hands.