Samandriel let out a soft noise of protest when he lost Mitchell's mouth against his own. He waited for his master, wanted with an intensity he never truly understood as anything other than an abstract concept before. "Pretty sure you're going to have to make that up to me."
He was allowed to joke. After all, he was the one standing there in his underwear sharing scraps of himself that in some ways he never wanted to. "If...if it pleases you of course, sir." There was still a chance he might push too far, might let himself think that they could one day be nearly equal when that was never going to be the case.