A timid whisper slips shyly into the air of the dark, and tidy room.
"Jeeves?"
"Yes Sir?" the reply was languid and creamy.
"You ah, um, yes right, um, you know that thing you were just, um, doing?"
"Thing Sir?" This time the voice held a sliver of wickedness.
A frustrated sigh now tumbled about the room. A rustle of perfectly starched linen providing the only sound for a moment.
"The uh, thing, um with your," a small hiccup of a laugh, "tongue. Right, the thing with your tongue to my ah,"
"Lower back region Sir?" Came the helpful reply.
"Yes! That's the thing!"
"What about the thing, Sir?"
"Can you, um, do it again?"
"Certainly Sir."
A gasp as warm flesh meets a waiting body.
A last muffled phrase lost into the darkness from a person much preoccupied at the bottom of a large bed."
"Whatever you wish Sir. Whatever you wish."