[Ed moves and the air in the room sweeps over him, cooling the saliva on his skin. His knee jitters.]

Let's put it this way: if you want me, then I am willing. Even curious. I may also be feeling a little dazed. [His gaze flutters to Ed's cock with wonder and uncertainty, daring to linger before he flushes, politely glancing aside. His throat clicks as he swallows.] But, if you have no intention of taking my offer, then I think I'm going to get dressed.

[And by dressed, he only means hitching up his pants and underwear, having neither the energy nor the patience to fuss with his shirt buttons.]

...And I don't even know what that means. [As far as he's concerned, Ed is already putting on a show through no effort of his own.]