He nodded, even as a instinct had him grabbing Chris' hand as it approached his groin, holding it still near his hip. "You're playing me, Chris." There wasn't a hint of anger, or judgement. It was an observation.
It... was almost Chris' right, wasn't it? He was right- he did get a rush out of Chris taking control, watching the relative danger without it being directed at him, for once. And he'd been so... loving, alternately, to Toby while he was playing with Stabler (playing- that's what they'd called it. He had liked it. Craved that sort of attention. Was that so wrong? He didn't konw, anymore.