All of this is intoxicating, and for his first time he's having a hard time not losing himself to it to just mindlessly grind and moan until he's undone from just this. He manages to keep a grip on his clarity and he'll realize he needs something more to really make him unravel. It occurs to him it would feel better with some lubricant.

"M-mick," He hums as those fingers find a really great spot at the underside of his head.

"The packs... theres--there's some oil... get it." He keeps oil to massage into his skin and scales, to keep them from getting too dry and flakey or to crack and become painful. It keeps everything strong while giving it a lovely sheen. And they can be easily used as a great lube for more pleasurable things. If he doesn't find that there is cooking oil too.