That's good, isn't it?

[ He's intrigued that he doesn't need to touch her, just letting her feel that current for the moment, watching her body twitch, arch, move as the probe tingles like a live wire inside of her. Jim finally leans down and kisses her and the current's not quite strong enough to shock him as he tongues at her lower lip - rather it's akin to licking a battery, just a slight taste of something simmering beneath the surface.

His hand drops back and his lips part, breathing against her skin before he turns the dial just a bit, increases the electricity, watching her intently to see what happens next. Jim's far away enough not to feel the voltage increase, his fingers tapping on the controls. ]

I don't believe in safe words. If you want me to stop, you'll say so and you'll mean it. I'll know the difference, dear.

[ And his fingers are toying with the controls, just up just a bit more, right where the vendor had the girl coming apart in front of them in the marketplace. ]

Screaming doesn't count as asking me to stop, for the record.