[The grin on Wriothesley’s face is shameless as ever as he gently rolls his hips. Encouraging. Enticing. He knows the dangerous game he’s playing. Knows that being at this man’s mercy might have him a hapless mess all over again.

And isn’t that something to want?]

I’m glad we’re on the same page then. I’d like to keep playing too. I would hate for our rendezvous to end here after all. [He licks his lips.] So? What do you want to do next?