His gaze is glued to his knees as he slowly parts them so that he could see everything that Sizhui has to offer.

"Do they feel good, princess? Wearing them all day? Your poor little cock's trapped in that material. We can't have you ruin another pair, now can we?" he asks, voice lower than it had been when they had been discussing things. "Have you touched yourself all week? Thinking about what happened last time? Did you follow Daddy's instructions for aftercare when you got home?"

His own trousers are feeling tight and there's an obvious lump in the dark grey material. But he keeps his hands away from them, staying aloof as possible. He isn't going to touch Sizhui. Not yet. The scene is still being set. He wants to gently lower Sizhui into that sub space.