Gordon quickly swipes off his glasses with that near-miss with her knee. It would be a noble death for those spectacles, but one he'd rather avoid. From outside are the muffled comments of the other scientists. "What are they DOING in there? What's with all the shifting around?" "...seriously? Jeez, no wonder your readings were so low, Ted."

Gordon can't help but snort a laugh against her thigh at that. "Oh we'll give them sone good readings." He muses, his breath precluding the touch of lips and tongue to her wet folds.