"Please what?" Krem murmured against her ear. He pressed in a second finger, slow and steady but insistent, curling both of them up, as his thumb flicked against her clit. It was a stretching sort of fingering, preparing her, but also with the goal of hopefully bringing her off at least once before he moved on to anything else. After all, he knew from experience that using a toy was more about the other person than it was about him. It would probably be after dinner--or at least after cake--before he let her pay any attention to him, if she had any desire to in the first place.