If you’ll forgive the analogy*, I feel it’s more like a cheerleader who isn’t really that into it but who nonetheless does sexual favours for the quarterback. They aren’t necessarily getting anything out of it at all, but they know that their guy really needs this to help him relax. It’s for the team!
So I don’t really think it matters much what he says, but it obvious that the crowds are getting a little worn out and are becoming less and less enthusiastic.
* The fact that this analogy comes to mind says something about my upbringing. I think my southern Ontarian 1980s-90s culture normalized the idea that women see sex as a chore (that is, not abuse, not enjoyable, just a dumb thing they’ve got to do for men).
