[Robert's breathing hitches again as Don's hesitant near-touch hovers around his inner thighs. He gently catches his bottom lip in his teeth and smiles nervously.]

... P-Please, f-feel free if... i-if you would like to...

I-I'm certain you... y-you will be w-wonderful.

[He continues stroking Don, the warm water lapping at his forearms as his fingers caress more enticingly - well, he hopes so anyway - and trace across Don's vent.

He isn't sure how similar Don's genitals are to the average turtle's, but he figures they're probably close enough that he can assume some convergency.]

A-Am I... am I p-pleasing you effectively...? B-Because, because I could do... s-something more involved if, if you w-wished... though some of it m-might require g-getting out of this bath...

[Specifically, anything oral. Robert doesn't exactly want to half-drown himself; that isn't sexy.]