It wasn't often Mick had the time to really focus on his body's needs. Too preoccupied with more pressing matters... Like gathering more jars, or cleaning his rifles...

But when that ringtone played out he couldn't help but snatch up his phone and click accept.

"Heya roo, what'chu still doin' up? Thought s' real late o'er there, no?" He drawls out with that thick Australian accent of his... Voice smooth, practically liquid se—

".... Roo? What're those sound m' hearin'... Are- Are you playin' wit' yerself luv?" He asks after a moment. Feeling a bit shocked at first... Before he felt the flush in his cheeks and an oddly alluring feeling coiling in his abdomen... Slinking it's way down....

"Well... Ain't you just a naughty thing, luv..." He purrs out, voice dropping a few octaves to something deep, rolling, sensual...