"Yeah, you told me so, and I'm starting to believe y-you're... always right."

Because there hasn't been one thing Ned's suggested or done this whole evening that's been uncomfortable or downright terrible in any way. For a night that had started out so apocalyptically, it's certainly turning out well. As Ned moves his finger inside of him, he starts to relax a bit more, and this time, it's genuine relaxation as he adapts to the feeling, finding that it goes from being 'weird' to pleasant to downright pleasurable pretty fast. He closes his eyes, concentrates on the feelings and not on any of the thoughts or worries in his mind.

Finding an angle that works for him doesn't prove to be particularly difficult -- all it takes is Ned hooking his fingers like that, and his eyes are flying open, a surprised little noise coming out of his mouth. He knows he probably looks ridiculous, but that doesn't mean he's going to stop gasping in surprise and approval, or tilting his hips towards Ned, suggesting that he very much wants more of whatever it was that Ned had just done.