The rough shove had him brightening just a little, gaze dark. Thoughtful. Of course, asking seemed like a moot point to him,given the other never seemed to put effort into it unless wound up and out of his mind. Hesitating,he stepped closer. Reaching for the other's hands,sliding them around his waist gently.
"You'd be rough, tiger?"He questioned, biting his lip as he tilted his head,gliding the other's hands under his shirt, along his back. Tone dropping to a whisper."Even if I want you to rip and claw?"He breathed, arching against the other's hands, clearly wanting just that.