Byron took no notice of the little attempt to not follow the order. It was not playtime in that manner currently anyhow, but old habits die hard, especially when one was immortal.
Softening his presence and leaning back onto the opposite side of the couch, Byron kept his body turned toward Connor. The position had a purpose, it gave Conor space to feel as if he had options as well as displayed Byron's physique in a manner that might subconsciously be stimulating to any carried over attachment. "I have had a bad humour over the incident and I would like to apologise for that, as well as for pushing you too far. I have never done too well at having limits, myself. My sires loved to see how much I could take while I was still human and I feel it interrupts my own expectations."
The words were mostly true, even if Byron did not actually feel regret over the situation itself. He had enough practice in his first twenty-some years of life to know how to fake emotion enough that only an empath would know better.