The attempt at Freddie's accent is rather amusing, and a bit endearing as well, and he grins a little, biting back a laugh as Marius grins up at him. He wonders how terrible he'd sound if he were to attempt Marius's, but decides not to try it just yet.

No, for now, he gently eases his hips back a bit, reaching down between them to hold the condom as he slips out. His muscles are only a little bit sore as he rests back on his haunches, quickly tying off the bit of rubber and tossing it into the bin by the bed. His fingers are still covered in lube and he reaches to grab a tissue off the night table, wiping them clean before using the same bit of it on Marius's lower belly. A cloth would work better, but Freddie isn't too keen on leaving the bed just yet.

He drops back down onto the mattress a moment later, tissue discarded as he stretches out on his side, props his head on one hand. "What's so interesting about me then?" he asks, a challenging note in his voice. Because it's not something he's heard all that often, and the few times he has heard it, the sentiment doesn't last. "Not counting my cock or my mouth or anything at all to do with my body. What's got you so intrigued?"