[Cross scowls a little through a sigh. He knows that was designed to mess with him, and it surely works.] What a pain.
[But despite the grumbling, he yanks open Tyki's pants and gives the bastard what he's after. And yes, extremely good with those fingers by the way, long strokes at just the right pressure, a flick of his perfectly trimmed nail to make sure there's no snarky commentary.]