He can't even begin to express how appreciative he is of Ned's explanation, and how impressed he is that Ned can manage to make the explanation sound not at all condescending -- he could easily see someone saying all of those things in a way that would make him feel stupid, but Ned didn't do that. In fact, Ned hasn't made him feel stupid once tonight; all of the concerns about his intelligence or lack thereof had come from himself. It's a welcome change.

"Okay," he says, at Ned's instruction to relax and be patient. They're both difficult things to do, but he has to remember that Ned knows what he's doing, that Ned's going to take good care of him. It takes some effort not to immediately tense up when he feels the tip of Ned's finger rubbing against him, but he manages not to, reassured by Ned's words, by how slowly and gently he's taking things.

When Ned begins to push one finger inside, he's not quite sure how he feels: Ned was right, it does feel strange, and he can't help the nervous laugh that comes out of him, although the nervous laugh quickly turns into a gasp when he feels Ned's mouth on him. "That's... yeah, that's weird," he admits, a little breathlessly, and then hastens to add: "But don't stop. It's good weird. I think."