Despite the slightly precarious position, Rey found pride in that smile of hers. The look of control, the joy of power, the lust of dominance settled on her features and he tilted his head slowly to the side when she approached. Had he begun to twist her just enough? Had she found some joy in the control, living vicariously through him, and now had a chance to have it herself?
Feeling his wrists bound, he looked to them, then back to her with an upturned brow, looking directly back into her eyes, "Binding my wrists hardly means you have control over me. Why should I use your name? Have you even earned that privilege?"