Leaning down with a slow, graceful bow of his head to brush his lips against Tavros' ear, he whispered, "Why you gotta act like I'm gonna hurt you, Tavbro? Ain't never done, would never do. As for leashes, I'mmunna need some restraint, 'else I might go off and do somethin' real motherfuckin' miraculous. You all ready to be up and playin' Jiminy Cricket at me? Let me know when I is outta line?" He had taken to brushing his fingertips down from Tavros' jaw, across his throat and down his chest as he purred the growling whisper. He was all up in Tav's space and he knew it was unsettling. But he knew Tavros had it in him to fight back if he felt genuinely threatened.

"Come on bro, ain't ever done you the way I always wanted to do you up. Been kept at bay, sure as shit you know that, too. Only ever get to talkin' about it, never fully got to do it. But he's asleep now. Gonna be asleep for a real good minute." His words dripped and spilled like thick, curdled syrup from his lips, and he moved his head to brush his lips against Tav's as he muttered, "You know how I is, Tavbro. Gotta keep one eye on at all times. Dunno what I'mma do up next."