See what he can do

You invite Daryll to sit. The chair is less than a foot from where your knees are crossed in front of the desk, and he is hesitant to enter it. He slides it backwards an irrelevant two inches before easing himself into the seat. His eyes dart all over the place as you so fill his field of vision that it is impossible for him to look anywhere without staring. His hands are placed firmly over his lap, obviously concealing his hardening cock.

You ask a few mundane questions about his background.

"Well," he says looking alternately at the ceiling and walls, "I grew up in..."

He prattles on for a bit about nothing important. You finally interrupt him and ask why he doesn't look at you when he talks.

"S-sorry," he stammers looking you in the face only briefly before his eyes flick to your swollen chest and once again to the walls.

Men are so cute when they are confused. If he can't hold a conversation with you, you might as well hold something else. Then again, someone so unbelievably timid might not be the best choice for a sex ****.