Kazimir was unruffled when Draco pulled away, and instead reached out again and grabbed him by the shirtfront, hauling him in. Well, that worked even better, he decided. He grinned, and it was a frightening expression, showing razor sharp fangs and a hint of insanity.
"I can be wherever I want," he crooned. He slid his other hand up and cupped Draco's face, touching him as much as possible to bother him. "And right now, I want to be right here." His fingers slid down again, fanning out against Draco's throat.
"They locked me up and that's all your fault," he continued in a near-sing-song voice. "Bad boys get punished, Draco."