[He recognises the word, at least. 'Ticklish' means amazingly little to him, but having the other laugh like that... he seems to consider that he did something to cause it.

He's never heard someone claim he was too gentle, either, so the mere concept of that is just as baffling as the rest of this was. He wasn't about to let it deter him from what he was focused on doing here, but...

He watches his hand a little as Aoba directs it furthur up his chest, settling again as the other seems to get frustrated when he can't go much furthur.

And that request...

It makes the corners of Noiz' lips curl up into a smile.]

...Haa.

That's a pretty bold thing for you to ask.

[Of course he's going to comment on it. Did you think otherwise?

At least he won't linger on it and wait for the other to react--he shifts on the bed against the other before rolling to the side--letting his own back hit the bed as he looks up at him.]

Being down here is going to make what I planned difficult, you know.