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He chuckles, groaning as loud as the bed, rolling out of it.
"How long do you think we have?" He asks. "Before your heat comes back?"
You’re just barely able to tap his pert ass as he’s moving away, instead of slapping it. He catches you and dances sideways, searching for forgotten clothes.
"Oh, plus food and water? At least a couple games."
He snorts, "By the time we limp out of here we’ll be the richest people in Baldur’s Gate."
You hum, catching him on his return and pulling him down for a long, messy kiss.
"I think we already are, love. We already are."
It had been just over a month since their wedding ceremony in Waterdeep. Gale and his new wife are happy, still in their honeymoon phase they spend much of their days in eachothers laps kissing, touching. Tara learns very quickly to stay out of the tower unless explicitly asked to be there.
Late one evening, just after they've finished with a nice dinner, the couple sit by the fire in their shared bedroom sipping from glasses of wine. Tav sits in a red velvet chaise, one leg hooked over the other swinging gently. She watches him with hooded eyes, giving him that tilted grin that drives him wild.
"What are you in the mood for tonight?" She asks.
Gale tints pink. There was something he had been wanting to ask of her some time, but every time the opportunity arose he always let his nerves get the better of him. He swallows, and she seems to notice his discomfort.
"Gale? I was only teasing, we don't have to do something every night."
He finds himself chuckling at her worry, he was so lucky to have her. This amazing woman.
"That's not it, my love. I always want to touch you. There is just... I have a request but I must admit I am rather ashamed to bring it up." He meets her eyes with a look of timidness.
"Is it about feet? I'm not like, into that, but I won't judge!"
His eyebrows fold together, "Er... no. Moreso, something I'd like for you to do to me."
Her head tilts and lips part in an "o', clearly interested in whatever Gale has to say. He can already sense that the idea of her doing things to him is stirring her.
"Well, that is to say, um... I'd like," his face grows increasingly more crimson, the tips of his ears burn, he regrets bringing it up. He sees a serious look enter her eyes.
"Speak now. Tell me what you want in plain words."
His chest tingles at the command.
"I want you to... take me."
"Take you where."
"Not where! I want you to tie me up, and..." he slightly loses his courage, "Do what you will. Spread me open and... whatnot."
"Gale are you asking me to dominate you?"
"Is it so wrong for me to want to feel as though I belong to you? You can just say no."
She smiles softly, something in her demeanor shifts and she rises form her chair, sauntering towards him. She stops in front of his seat, leaning to brush his strands of long brown hair behind his ear.
"Oh, I'm not saying no. But you're going to have to ask me much better than that, kitten."
His blush impossibly darkens at the name and his breath hitches as her tumb comes to rest on his bottom lip.
His mouth is suddenly dry, she watches his eyes grow dark with desire but she does not move. He has not earned her touch quite yet.
He swallows around the dryness, "What am I supposed to say?" He has not studied this, perhaps he should have.
"You say, "Please Mistress, please tie me up and fuck me. Make me all yours, please!" Something like that."
She feels him shiver even in the warmth of the fire. This is unexpected, but she finds herself enjoying taking charge. The surprising ease in which she had shifted into this roll is a discovery that excites her. Seeing Gale this soft, this vulnerable and submissive, it's not something she had realized she had wanted so badly.
"Please?" Gale's voice breaks through her thoughts, "Please do whatever you want to me. Fuck me, make me cry out for you, anything you want. I belong to you, so please..." she waits a moment, Gale searches her eyes for what he missed, "Mistress?"
It's a guess that gets him what he wants, "Good boy. Now stand and go to the room. I have to go fetch something, but I expect by the time I get back you will have laid out the silk ropes and blindfolds. And I expect you to have removed your clothing, is that understood?"
He nods, "Yes ma'am."
Her eyes narrow, she snaps her fingers, "Move, now!" He scurries in a blushing mess off to the bedroom.
Tav finds heat pooling in her at the sight of him so obviously flustered in such a new way, all for her. She is certain she is the first person he has done this with, she knows she will need to be gentle, but if he truly wanted her to fuck him then she needed some supplies. Luckily it wasn't too late in the evening, and the store she often passed but had only once gone into to purchase a blindfold, was still open.
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She is gone for roughly twenty minutes. She returns home with a small black canvas bag filled with goodies.
"Gale," she calls as she enters, using his name just in case he had changed his mind, "I've returned."
She enters the room pleasantly surprised to find the silk ropes laid neatly over the bed ready for her, and the black silk blindfold laid across the pillows. Gale is kneeling at the foot of the bed with only a purple silk robe on.
"I-it was cold." He stammers, trying to explain why he had not quite followed her instructions.
She hums, placing the bag on the night stand.
"You're certain you want this?" She asks again, just to be sure. He was important to her, his feelings were important. She wanted to be sure.
"Yes," he responds in a whisper, "Please." He hadn't lost his nerve, she was surprised a bit, but not disappointed in the slightest.
She lifts him by the chin, guiding him gently to his feet. The silk robe hangs open revealing his chest of dark hair that draws her eyes down. She glances a little lower, curious, and grins when she finds him already more than half hard. She wonders briefly if he had been touching himself while she was gone, anticipating her return.
Her lips barely brush against his, he whines a complaint that she does not kiss him, "This is mine to enjoy, no complaining." He sighs pleasantly as she begins to nip and kiss at his neck, but the touches are only brief before she is shoving him backwards onto their mattress.
"Head on the pillows." He adjusts himself immediately. She finds it ever so amusing that he does what she asks so obediently. There is no hesitation, he is so well behaved for her.
She takes the silk ties and begins to spread him across their four post bed, tying him firmly enough to hold him in place but gently enough to not cause him any discomfort or pain. She has him remove the robe before tying his hands above his head, purposely reaching across him and dangling her breasts over his face as she does so. She feels him writhe beneath her, aching and desperate. Last thing to go on is the blindfold.
"Do not attempt to use magic," she says, nipping at his ear, "I will punish you, do you understand?" He nods fervently. This is not the response she is looking for, as a warning she pinches his left nipple and repeats herself, "Do you understand?"
The sudden sensation makes him cry out and his hips buck, "Yes ma'am! Yes, I understand."
She hums her content, and runs her lithe fingers over the coarseness of his chest hair.
"Good kitten. Now, this is very important. If you want me to stop you need to tell me. I need you to communicate. If I go to far, if I hurt you, if there's anything you don't like... you have to say so."
"Good," she feels relieved, then focused, "You writhe here on the bed a moment then, I need to sanitize our new toys." She parts from the satin sheets and wanders to their bathroom to wash their new toys, and to change.
Gale lays spread on the bed, open and inviting. His cock twitches in anticipation. All the waiting she was making him do was driving him crazy, he could barely hold back the wanting whimpers. His eyes search the room from the darkness of the blindfold. He can not see, but he hears her re-enter the room. The wood floors creak beneath her movement between the obvious click of high heels on their floor. She had changed into something he could not see, but just imagining what she could put on with heels for a moment like this has his head swimming.
The bed dips next to him with the weight of her knee and there is barely a moment before he feels her mouth on his nipples warm and wet. They had done some small amount of playing around like this before, with her licking and kissing him all over. He had to admit, it did feel good.
Her lips kiss their way down his stomach, following his treasure trail and down his thighs. His muscles tense beneath her in pleasure and frustration, he is dripping and hard, hips twitching into the empty air above him searching for contact.
She bites into the soft, supple flesh of his inner thigh and he throws his head back with a groan. She hasn't drawn blood, but she has left a purple impression. The knowledge that he finds pleasure in this pain makes her throb with want.
She licks back up his thighs savoring his taste, before pulling away.
"I got you a present. Do you want it."
He nods, breathless. Lack of breath is no excuse for not responding with her due respect, his transgression earns him a firm slap on the thigh that makes him cry out and his hips buck.
"Yes, Miss! Yes please. Please."
She swings her leg over his waist to straddle him, "You will address me with respect." She growls into his ear.
"Yes, miss... I- I'm sorry, miss. It won't happen again."
"It better not. I'd hate to have to punish you so soon, when I was having so much fun."
His breath catches, "You... you really are liking this? Are you, I want you to enjoy-"
"If I wasn't enjoying myself, kitten, I wouldn't be doing it." The last slivers of apprehension evaporate from Gale like dew on a spring morning. He is envigorated, excited.
"Then please, please touch me more. I want to feel you more. Please, miss."
He can hear an unfamiliar sound above him, a low sound he can't describe until she's placed her hands back on his chest now adorned in leather gloves. She lowers herself so what he can now feel are leather panties are pressed against his aching hardness.
He groans as she grinds against him, leather clad hands rubbing his chest, exploring his neck, tugging at his hair.
"Fuck, mi- ow!" Another sharp slap to his opposite thigh.
"Watch your language."
He decides to test what he will let her get away with, "I cannot watch anything miss, I can not see."
Her eyes narrow and her movements stop. He feels her right hand clasp around his throat, squeezing ever so slightly.
"You think you're so fucking funny, don't you, you little brat?" It's hissed over his face, he feels her hot breath coming from mere centimeters away. Every part of him burns for her, he has never been with her like this. The way she was handling him as though she owned him- and he wanted her to.
Her grip tightens, and his cock twitches. He is enjoying every koment of this and she is drinking him in.
"Don't you start with me. That's strike three." He hadn't been aware she was keeping track. His binds are undone, and though confused he thinks that for a moment, perhaps, he's earned some kind of reward. That is, until he is promptly guided by a hand in his hair not too roughly across the bed and onto his stomach over her knee. He can not see, but he understands what is happening. He flushes with embarrassment rather quickly realizing his wife is a out to spank him.
"Naughty boys get punished. Three strikes gets you ten spankings, so count them out loud."
"Yes miss-" He takes a sharp breath in as she makes the first impact, significantly harder than she had against his thighs. He blinks, surprised behind the blindfold and wriggled in her lap awaiting the next strike. It doesn't come.
"I said count out loud." She repeats, sounding rather annoyed.
Each strike lands perfectly on his round cheeks, accompanied by a number and the sensation of the tip of his cock rubbing briefly against her thigh when he is jostled.
"Seven... Ah! Fuck- eight."
She continues past ten, he protests, "Wait- I thought ten only!"
"You swore on eight, that's five more."
He ends up slipping up again and getting twenty firm slaps. By the end his ass is red and radiating heat from the impacts and a few tears have dripped their way past the blindfold. And yet when she adjusts him she still feels his hardness throbbing and dripping onto their sheets.
She adjusts him, "Do you want to be on you back or your hands and knees."
"I want you to use me however you want, miss."
She lowers him down onto his back and settles herself between his spread thighs. She admires the flush of his skin and the slight tremble in every muscle, the way his abdomen is slick with his own precum. She slides the glove on her right hand off and presses an index finger to his lips.
He doesn't need to be told twice, his tongue darts out, licking and sucking at the digit. Her kitten has always been so talented with his tongue.
"Good boy," she croons and he groans in response. Tav has a slight suspicion her Gale may have a praise kink, but she has little time to think about that before she is withdrawing her fingers from his mouth with a string of saliva and bringing them down to his puckered entrance. She adds a little lube, for comfort, and gently slides her index finger into him.
It's a little quicker than he expected, but not unpleasant. Far from it. He gasps and instinctively pushes his hips into the feeling. She watches him squirm for a moment, not only to allow him to adjust but also because she is enjoying the sight of his body moving, searching for more contact.
She presses a little further into him, curling her finger in the same way he did for her. She had never done anything like this before, but certainly if she mimicked the movements she enjoyed they would be pleasurable for him as well. The uncertainty of this thought is washed away when Gale lets out a surprised sound, his thighs snapping shut of their own accord. This earns him another strike on the thigh and she feels all his muscles tense in his attempt to reopen himself for her.
"Sorry, I'm sorry."
She knows the movement was involuntary, a stimulus response by his body at all these new sensations. She moves slowly, curling her finger into him again, and again. She drinks in the delightful sounds he makes, but she can tell he is holding back still slightly embarrassed.
"I'm going to add a finger, okay?" The warning is granted as she is aware the width may be uncomfortable at first, Gale readies himself, relaxing and nodding,
"Yes. Thank you."
The words stir something in her, something dark and wanting. As gently as possible, she works a second finger into him, stretching him deliciously around her. It is a sight, to see him spread so open and wanting. To watch her fingers disappear into his depths accompanied by his needy groans, she could hardly stand the feirce heat pooling in her loins he was causing.
"Say it again."
"Thank me, like a good boy."
He does without hesitation.

He chuckles, groaning as loud as the bed, rolling out of it.

"How long do you think we have?" He asks. "Before your heat comes back?"

You’re just barely able to tap his pert ass as he’s moving away, instead of slapping it. He catches you and dances sideways, searching for forgotten clothes.

"Oh, plus food and water? At least a couple games."

He snorts, "By the time we limp out of here we’ll be the richest people in Baldur’s Gate."

You hum, catching him on his return and pulling him down for a long, messy kiss.

"I think we already are, love. We already are."

It had been just over a month since their wedding ceremony in Waterdeep. Gale and his new wife are happy, still in their honeymoon phase they spend much of their days in eachothers laps kissing, touching. Tara learns very quickly to stay out of the tower unless explicitly asked to be there.

Late one evening, just after they've finished with a nice dinner, the couple sit by the fire in their shared bedroom sipping from glasses of wine. Tav sits in a red velvet chaise, one leg hooked over the other swinging gently. She watches him with hooded eyes, giving him that tilted grin that drives him wild.

"What are you in the mood for tonight?" She asks.

Gale tints pink. There was something he had been wanting to ask of her some time, but every time the opportunity arose he always let his nerves get the better of him. He swallows, and she seems to notice his discomfort.

"Gale? I was only teasing, we don't have to do something every night."

He finds himself chuckling at her worry, he was so lucky to have her. This amazing woman.

"That's not it, my love. I always want to touch you. There is just... I have a request but I must admit I am rather ashamed to bring it up." He meets her eyes with a look of timidness.

"Is it about feet? I'm not like, into that, but I won't judge!"

His eyebrows fold together, "Er... no. Moreso, something I'd like for you to do to me."

Her head tilts and lips part in an "o', clearly interested in whatever Gale has to say. He can already sense that the idea of her doing things to him is stirring her.

"Well, that is to say, um... I'd like," his face grows increasingly more crimson, the tips of his ears burn, he regrets bringing it up. He sees a serious look enter her eyes.

"Speak now. Tell me what you want in plain words."

His chest tingles at the command.

"I want you to... take me."

"Take you where."

"Not where! I want you to tie me up, and..." he slightly loses his courage, "Do what you will. Spread me open and... whatnot."

"Gale are you asking me to dominate you?"

"Is it so wrong for me to want to feel as though I belong to you? You can just say no."

She smiles softly, something in her demeanor shifts and she rises form her chair, sauntering towards him. She stops in front of his seat, leaning to brush his strands of long brown hair behind his ear.

"Oh, I'm not saying no. But you're going to have to ask me much better than that, kitten."

His blush impossibly darkens at the name and his breath hitches as her tumb comes to rest on his bottom lip.

His mouth is suddenly dry, she watches his eyes grow dark with desire but she does not move. He has not earned her touch quite yet.

He swallows around the dryness, "What am I supposed to say?" He has not studied this, perhaps he should have.

"You say, "Please Mistress, please tie me up and fuck me. Make me all yours, please!" Something like that."

She feels him shiver even in the warmth of the fire. This is unexpected, but she finds herself enjoying taking charge. The surprising ease in which she had shifted into this roll is a discovery that excites her. Seeing Gale this soft, this vulnerable and submissive, it's not something she had realized she had wanted so badly.

"Please?" Gale's voice breaks through her thoughts, "Please do whatever you want to me. Fuck me, make me cry out for you, anything you want. I belong to you, so please..." she waits a moment, Gale searches her eyes for what he missed, "Mistress?"

It's a guess that gets him what he wants, "Good boy. Now stand and go to the room. I have to go fetch something, but I expect by the time I get back you will have laid out the silk ropes and blindfolds. And I expect you to have removed your clothing, is that understood?"

He nods, "Yes ma'am."

Her eyes narrow, she snaps her fingers, "Move, now!" He scurries in a blushing mess off to the bedroom.

Tav finds heat pooling in her at the sight of him so obviously flustered in such a new way, all for her. She is certain she is the first person he has done this with, she knows she will need to be gentle, but if he truly wanted her to fuck him then she needed some supplies. Luckily it wasn't too late in the evening, and the store she often passed but had only once gone into to purchase a blindfold, was still open.

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She is gone for roughly twenty minutes. She returns home with a small black canvas bag filled with goodies.

"Gale," she calls as she enters, using his name just in case he had changed his mind, "I've returned."

She enters the room pleasantly surprised to find the silk ropes laid neatly over the bed ready for her, and the black silk blindfold laid across the pillows. Gale is kneeling at the foot of the bed with only a purple silk robe on.

"I-it was cold." He stammers, trying to explain why he had not quite followed her instructions.

She hums, placing the bag on the night stand.

"You're certain you want this?" She asks again, just to be sure. He was important to her, his feelings were important. She wanted to be sure.

"Yes," he responds in a whisper, "Please." He hadn't lost his nerve, she was surprised a bit, but not disappointed in the slightest.

She lifts him by the chin, guiding him gently to his feet. The silk robe hangs open revealing his chest of dark hair that draws her eyes down. She glances a little lower, curious, and grins when she finds him already more than half hard. She wonders briefly if he had been touching himself while she was gone, anticipating her return.

Her lips barely brush against his, he whines a complaint that she does not kiss him, "This is mine to enjoy, no complaining." He sighs pleasantly as she begins to nip and kiss at his neck, but the touches are only brief before she is shoving him backwards onto their mattress.

"Head on the pillows." He adjusts himself immediately. She finds it ever so amusing that he does what she asks so obediently. There is no hesitation, he is so well behaved for her.

She takes the silk ties and begins to spread him across their four post bed, tying him firmly enough to hold him in place but gently enough to not cause him any discomfort or pain. She has him remove the robe before tying his hands above his head, purposely reaching across him and dangling her breasts over his face as she does so. She feels him writhe beneath her, aching and desperate. Last thing to go on is the blindfold.

"Do not attempt to use magic," she says, nipping at his ear, "I will punish you, do you understand?" He nods fervently. This is not the response she is looking for, as a warning she pinches his left nipple and repeats herself, "Do you understand?"

The sudden sensation makes him cry out and his hips buck, "Yes ma'am! Yes, I understand."

She hums her content, and runs her lithe fingers over the coarseness of his chest hair.

"Good kitten. Now, this is very important. If you want me to stop you need to tell me. I need you to communicate. If I go to far, if I hurt you, if there's anything you don't like... you have to say so."

"Good," she feels relieved, then focused, "You writhe here on the bed a moment then, I need to sanitize our new toys." She parts from the satin sheets and wanders to their bathroom to wash their new toys, and to change.

Gale lays spread on the bed, open and inviting. His cock twitches in anticipation. All the waiting she was making him do was driving him crazy, he could barely hold back the wanting whimpers. His eyes search the room from the darkness of the blindfold. He can not see, but he hears her re-enter the room. The wood floors creak beneath her movement between the obvious click of high heels on their floor. She had changed into something he could not see, but just imagining what she could put on with heels for a moment like this has his head swimming.

The bed dips next to him with the weight of her knee and there is barely a moment before he feels her mouth on his nipples warm and wet. They had done some small amount of playing around like this before, with her licking and kissing him all over. He had to admit, it did feel good.

Her lips kiss their way down his stomach, following his treasure trail and down his thighs. His muscles tense beneath her in pleasure and frustration, he is dripping and hard, hips twitching into the empty air above him searching for contact.

She bites into the soft, supple flesh of his inner thigh and he throws his head back with a groan. She hasn't drawn blood, but she has left a purple impression. The knowledge that he finds pleasure in this pain makes her throb with want.

She licks back up his thighs savoring his taste, before pulling away.

"I got you a present. Do you want it."

He nods, breathless. Lack of breath is no excuse for not responding with her due respect, his transgression earns him a firm slap on the thigh that makes him cry out and his hips buck.

"Yes, Miss! Yes please. Please."

She swings her leg over his waist to straddle him, "You will address me with respect." She growls into his ear.

"Yes, miss... I- I'm sorry, miss. It won't happen again."

"It better not. I'd hate to have to punish you so soon, when I was having so much fun."

His breath catches, "You... you really are liking this? Are you, I want you to enjoy-"

"If I wasn't enjoying myself, kitten, I wouldn't be doing it." The last slivers of apprehension evaporate from Gale like dew on a spring morning. He is envigorated, excited.

"Then please, please touch me more. I want to feel you more. Please, miss."

He can hear an unfamiliar sound above him, a low sound he can't describe until she's placed her hands back on his chest now adorned in leather gloves. She lowers herself so what he can now feel are leather panties are pressed against his aching hardness.

He groans as she grinds against him, leather clad hands rubbing his chest, exploring his neck, tugging at his hair.

"Fuck, mi- ow!" Another sharp slap to his opposite thigh.

"Watch your language."

He decides to test what he will let her get away with, "I cannot watch anything miss, I can not see."

Her eyes narrow and her movements stop. He feels her right hand clasp around his throat, squeezing ever so slightly.

"You think you're so fucking funny, don't you, you little brat?" It's hissed over his face, he feels her hot breath coming from mere centimeters away. Every part of him burns for her, he has never been with her like this. The way she was handling him as though she owned him- and he wanted her to.

Her grip tightens, and his cock twitches. He is enjoying every koment of this and she is drinking him in.

"Don't you start with me. That's strike three." He hadn't been aware she was keeping track. His binds are undone, and though confused he thinks that for a moment, perhaps, he's earned some kind of reward. That is, until he is promptly guided by a hand in his hair not too roughly across the bed and onto his stomach over her knee. He can not see, but he understands what is happening. He flushes with embarrassment rather quickly realizing his wife is a out to spank him.

"Naughty boys get punished. Three strikes gets you ten spankings, so count them out loud."

"Yes miss-" He takes a sharp breath in as she makes the first impact, significantly harder than she had against his thighs. He blinks, surprised behind the blindfold and wriggled in her lap awaiting the next strike. It doesn't come.

"I said count out loud." She repeats, sounding rather annoyed.

Each strike lands perfectly on his round cheeks, accompanied by a number and the sensation of the tip of his cock rubbing briefly against her thigh when he is jostled.

"Seven... Ah! Fuck- eight."

She continues past ten, he protests, "Wait- I thought ten only!"

"You swore on eight, that's five more."

He ends up slipping up again and getting twenty firm slaps. By the end his ass is red and radiating heat from the impacts and a few tears have dripped their way past the blindfold. And yet when she adjusts him she still feels his hardness throbbing and dripping onto their sheets.

She adjusts him, "Do you want to be on you back or your hands and knees."

"I want you to use me however you want, miss."

She lowers him down onto his back and settles herself between his spread thighs. She admires the flush of his skin and the slight tremble in every muscle, the way his abdomen is slick with his own precum. She slides the glove on her right hand off and presses an index finger to his lips.

He doesn't need to be told twice, his tongue darts out, licking and sucking at the digit. Her kitten has always been so talented with his tongue.

"Good boy," she croons and he groans in response. Tav has a slight suspicion her Gale may have a praise kink, but she has little time to think about that before she is withdrawing her fingers from his mouth with a string of saliva and bringing them down to his puckered entrance. She adds a little lube, for comfort, and gently slides her index finger into him.

It's a little quicker than he expected, but not unpleasant. Far from it. He gasps and instinctively pushes his hips into the feeling. She watches him squirm for a moment, not only to allow him to adjust but also because she is enjoying the sight of his body moving, searching for more contact.

She presses a little further into him, curling her finger in the same way he did for her. She had never done anything like this before, but certainly if she mimicked the movements she enjoyed they would be pleasurable for him as well. The uncertainty of this thought is washed away when Gale lets out a surprised sound, his thighs snapping shut of their own accord. This earns him another strike on the thigh and she feels all his muscles tense in his attempt to reopen himself for her.

"Sorry, I'm sorry."

She knows the movement was involuntary, a stimulus response by his body at all these new sensations. She moves slowly, curling her finger into him again, and again. She drinks in the delightful sounds he makes, but she can tell he is holding back still slightly embarrassed.

"I'm going to add a finger, okay?" The warning is granted as she is aware the width may be uncomfortable at first, Gale readies himself, relaxing and nodding,

"Yes. Thank you."

The words stir something in her, something dark and wanting. As gently as possible, she works a second finger into him, stretching him deliciously around her. It is a sight, to see him spread so open and wanting. To watch her fingers disappear into his depths accompanied by his needy groans, she could hardly stand the feirce heat pooling in her loins he was causing.

"Say it again."

"Thank me, like a good boy."

He does without hesitation.