Jamie opens his mouth to protest, prepared to swear up a fresh storm of hatred, but then he's suddenly being filled up and he's so oversensitive that for a moment, all he can feel are those fingers, and the words die in his throat, changing, instead, to a strangled sound of frustrated arousal.

It takes him a beat to actually voice his complaints, his words slurring even more severely than usual.

"M'not shy! Jes-ssus christ!" How the hell has he been shy at any point today? He's equal parts baffled and enraged by that implication. "Wha'd'ya mean by tha'?!"