"I could go faster."

But he didn't. He only unbuttoned the vest and shirt and let them hang loosely open, unstrapped his gunbelt to toss to the side, and undid his pants. Oh yes, he could go faster. But Avon wasn't asking him. He was merely noting his discomfort with Data's lack of speed in unwrapping himself.

...Perhaps he was missing the point again?... Well, he would have to wait until he was instructed otherwise, wouldn't he?

He gently ran the back of his fingers over Avon's cock, petting it lightly as he loomed over him half undone; and making no offers to do any more yet.