[Fortunately for Taryon, his eyes don't follow the retreating finger this time, so any unslightly bulges are currently unseen. However, now that he's past that haze of enjoyment, he notices how flushed he is.

Was that a good flush? Or was he feeling faint? Wait, no, that would make him pale. A small grin grows on his lips.]

Honestly? It barely touched my hunger. But . . . if you would prefer to be alone after all, I can make it back to my room.

[He is rather sure Taryon isn't trying to push him away again, so he says that with a sort of wistfulness, like an orphan child who thought he had just found a nice place to stay but now was told he couldn't.]