For good or ill, the sapphire lenses on that mask are damned-near opaque. But tipped up, the strong lighting shows a hint of his gaze - brow furrowed, eyes definitely watching Hank in return.

His cock twitches with it. With the touch to his dick that he presses his hips into.

"Maybe...? I don't dislike it..."

This is definitely different from the books he's read, but he's still struggling to catch his own stride in it.

"Sorry-- I'm... usually more assertive than this..."

He's not used to feeling so swept up....