[Accustomed as he is to looking for Tseng's frankly microscopic tells, Rufus's gaze is already on Aventurine's eyes when they widen fractionally, and he sees that first moment when the recognition hits. Good, that now their little game is starting to properly get underway. Good, that Aventurine now has a challenge in front of him, and one that'll only get more difficult the longer they go on.]

I would say that's a neat way of dodging the question. And it makes me wonder which of us you think is being singled out as the threat here.

[Like recognizes like, of course, and Rufus himself is nothing if not a master at sidestepping questions he doesn't feel like answering. It would be far too easy to keep pressuring Aventurine with an increase in the vibrator's speed, at this point; so much so fast would come off looking like he was the one flustered by their topic of conversation. So he leaves it as-is and focuses instead on moderating his own arousal, because there's something undeniably pleasant about having a warm body perched over his lap and he can't help but be responsive to it.]

So I'll ask you again. Do you like being controlled, Aventurine?