Shit. Some of that temptation makes his breath catch. Beyond that, however, he takes a definitive step closer to Hank in turn, as if he might try to use his meager 3" height bonus to his advantage. He doesn't, but it almost feels like that.

"Sir-- with all due respect..."

Another step closer.

"If you don't want to use any of those on yourself, you can always use both sets on me. I'm not going to make you reveal yourself, either."

A beat.

"We don't have to be "good guys" to do some good. And I'd rather more or less go with my own gut that you're a decent person, than have to deal with any punishments, which could be unappealing."

He swallows, throat bobbing. His voice softens, hesitant, even as it bounces off the walls like it's some blaring announcement.

"Although.. that's probably my desperation talking more than anything. I've only ever had my own hand, and toys I acquired for myself. And the knowledge that I'd probably die young thanks to my current condition."

A beat, and he makes a point of tilting his head to look Hank over - down, and then up. He works on opening up his shirt again, but this time, he shrugs out of it, tossing it onto the sinks-lined counter. In the better lighting, the glinting of silver fur is much more prominent on his body.

His voice drops a little, syllables woven with soft growling.

"You, are not unappealing. Will you show me what pleasure with you looks and feels like?"