No, Ted asks for permission to work off some frustration.

"So, um," Ted said as Stace casually rubbed off the excess oil and got dressed with her back to him. "That was, um...really hot, and I meant to try and last longer, but...can I have permission to rub one out so I can go about my day normally?"

Stace looked back over her shoulder at him while she worked the clasp on her bra. "Oh, how badly do you want it?"

Ted looked down at his crotch with its obvious tenting. "Pretty bad."