"I got you more," he whispers into the corner of Iago's mouth, knees tightening on him again. "But mere art won't serve my rogue a second time, not with loot so well hidden by such a slippery fool." To demonstrate how slippery he is, he writhes completely around Iago's back, with apt and agile feet seeking out the best spots to cling into, and ends up right where he was to wrap his arms around Iago's neck and give him a long, sweet kiss.