There was a touch of perverse amusement in his whispered words. Being 'out of the fire' as she was didn't mean she was any less aroused than she had been previously, only that it wasn't cutting into her as it had been when all his attention had been on her bare skin. Now the tides were turned though, and she had some of her faculties. And there was something empowering about having a man like him near the stage of begging.
But, Marian realized, she had been at the same point but moments ago. And it would not be nice to make him beg. She leaned enough that her lips could brush the top of his thighs, just before his underpants. "Would you wish me to carry on, as I had the mind to, or have mercy, free you from these confining under things, and ... have mercy?" The last two words bore more innuendo than they had the first. Her fingers moved along the fabric of his under wrappings, tracing up to the waist. Sure that she would find ties... only to find buttons.