"Hands off."

You're just not feeling it tonight. Having just come from work you're feeling too tired to enjoy yourself other than chugging an ale or two and heading home.

"Alright... but do you think I could get some loving?" He asks. Persistent, you notice. He's rubbing himself against you, sitting across your lap facing you and grinding his pelvis in an attempt to tantalize, despite being tired you stiffen more at this display of desperation. He looks rather cute and pathetic needing your attention as much as he does.