There are many times where such an expression of frustration would get one back, but after hearing all that praise and how much Charlie wants it, he doesn't feel the need to answer except to rock up inside of Charlie to start doing as asked.

He growls at how good it feels, how Charlie is just wrapped so tight around him. He can guess that Charlie's never had someone his size; most people aren't almost nine feet tall and built from inhuman parts, but he's glad it seems to be a good thing. He rumbles happily as he keeps moving.

"Oh, Charlie..." And his voice is aching with fondness, with hunger for him, satisfaction at having him in his arms. He's going to press a few kisses against Charlie's chest, easier when your "lips" are at the end of a pseudopod that extends from your maw. ...he might see if Charlie likes to have his nipples played with as well.