There was a slow blink at the idea of him becoming a brute, even if it was a joke, but the rest made him want to sink into the bed. Or up into him. That part was whispering again and he knew it had to be Joseph’s own blood affecting him, and his beast. The beast that had been quiet until recently, always raising to the surface over the smallest thing.
The nip brought a shiver. What did he do? “A-And if I’d like that at some point?” He wanted to roll his face over into the bed so he didn’t have to see the look on his face, or know the reaction that it caused, but he held on. It had to be his blood. He was never this forward, never this wanting. Out loud, at least. After that nip he licked over them again, even if it was to ease the slight sting there.