[He's both awed and insufferably smug. Maybe he can't be blamed, though; after all, he can feel exactly what she feels, and she feels good, even if overwhelmed. If things were different, if he didn't have such a direct line to her feelings, he probably wouldn't push it, but since he does, well.]
[They're close enough to each other that it only takes a tiny movement to press his side against hers, slinging one arm around her lower back to pull her closer. If he's leering, it's a perfectly justified leer.]
You like the idea of me doing whatever you tell me? Have me hanging on your every word for permission? Bringing me to heel? Or what is it, huh?
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[He's both awed and insufferably smug. Maybe he can't be blamed, though; after all, he can feel exactly what she feels, and she feels good, even if overwhelmed. If things were different, if he didn't have such a direct line to her feelings, he probably wouldn't push it, but since he does, well.]
[They're close enough to each other that it only takes a tiny movement to press his side against hers, slinging one arm around her lower back to pull her closer. If he's leering, it's a perfectly justified leer.]
You like the idea of me doing whatever you tell me? Have me hanging on your every word for permission? Bringing me to heel? Or what is it, huh?