So, does that mean I can be unprofessional with you in an alleyway? Against a wall? Anytime I want? Wow. That's a lot of power put in my hands. I could abuse it.

[His eyes crease - amused, of course, even as he sighs with the fingertips brushing through his hair. The follow-up question makes him think - does he like that? He always was the kind of person to shirk another's orders.]

[But he allows himself to imagine Malkuth pushing him around, commanding him this way and that, a queen to a loyal knight leashed to her hand, and he can't help but shiver.]

[Another kiss to that wrist, with a mild nibble.]

Hm. I wonder. Do you want to see what it would be like to order me around?