It's always nice to know that the woman you love to look at loves to look at you, but Gawaine's distraction from smugness comes apace as he tumbles to the ground with a smile. She wishes to do the work this time, does she?

Well, he'll certainly lay back and let her do as she pleased... besides, this provides ample opportunity for him to touch, and cup, and knead, and pinch as he sees fit. "Howe'er you see fit, my love..."