"And I really like doing that for you," he replied, digging through a green curry like he was starved. "But something that tells me to stop or slow down where you don't feel guilty or like you're disappointing me..."

He was doing this wrong. He just knew he was doing this wrong.

"Or if you're like me and enjoy the, uh, occasional evening where the word 'stop' is part of the game."

Yeah, this was awkward and terrible. He should have shoved the books at him and fled.