Caleb leans his hands away to give Neil space. Once the bra's out of the way, he bites his lip again, just looking.

"Yeah," he murmurs, distracted from Neil's remark about his ability. If he had enough focus, he'd say something about words being just as important as feelings, or something. As it is, he reaches and gently touches Neil's areola, circling his finger around the nipple. His other hand, he rests high on Neil' ribs, thumb stroking the soft skin of the underside of his breast.