Oh, that silly Bunny. Look how he responds to mushy things:
Me: In other news, my mind keeps going back to this one moment during the play party where I paused to pet your (clothespinned) penis briefly…
Me: …So silky and pretty (and damp at the end, despite or maybe because of the clothespins and paddling…[new message]…And it struck me all at once that you were immobilized and laid out all for me. [New message] Others might admire what you were displaying, but in that moment it was all and only mine. [New message] So fucking hot.
Bunny: Pervert. 😛
Me: Also, when you knelt, took my boots off and massaged my feet I felt like the queen of the world. [New message] The whole. Damn. World.
Me [quite some time later, having been waylaid by errands]: Buh?
Bunny: I was too lazy to correct to Ha!
I believe The Bunny enjoys and maybe even needs these sorts of affirmations (he certainly talks a lot about how most women don’t seem to appreciate him) but he gets so flustered by praise that he has no idea how to respond to it. I’m okay with the flippant way he acknowledges my compliments…for now. When it becomes tedious – and I promise you, it will – I’ll address it with him.
We did specifically talk a while back about how he’s always calling me a pervert, and he confirmed that he doesn’t mean it in a slut-shaming or kink-shaming way. He claimed he means it admiringly, actually, but I don’t buy that. Vast areas of The Bunny’s personality appear to be built around the concepts of sarcasm and deflection, so I really just think it’s that.