There was a soundless gasp for the movement of being pressed so close. He was quiet by nature, even moreso by training, and he wasn't about to break that for the sake of simple surprise. He had gone through much more and far worse before crying uncle. Not literally, of course. That wasn't the sort of thing he did even when he was making noise. No, right now, he was quiet as a mouse, eyes shifting from his owner's face down to where he had been pressed. He licked his lips and took a breath, bracing his hands on the bed around his owner's knees, then leaned forward without shifting his angle at all and started to work at the button and zipper with only his mouth.

It was a trick, if one could call it that, he had learned quickly. His Master had found it impressive, interesting, something to show off and be proud of having such a clever and talented pet that he had obviously taught so well. This one was all him, though, impatience mixed with a need to please. He worked his tongue at the button, edges of his lips and teeth holding the material steady before he worked the zipped and pulled it down. He paused in his motions for a moment to nuzzle at his owner's crotch, mouth at the fabric, hoping to work him up just a bit more to help him out and maybe get him to do more with that hand in his hair.