[Pain spikes through Regis' arm when Nyx bares down harder, but it's a welcome pain full of warning and promise, so different from the pain that usually is his companion. Astrals, he shouldn't find this as much of a turn on as he does, but having people challenge him so rarely happens, even when he asks for such things to make sure he's considering every angle he should be. Only Clarus regularly does so and that's because it's his job to. It's a completely different thing.

The council likes to challenge him as well, but that doesn't count all things considered, and he hardly wants to think about those old fools at a time like this.

Disappointment and amusement war in his expression for a moment before the amusement wins out. Regis leans forward when Nyx leans over him, but it's not to chase a kiss. Instead, he's meeting that challenging looking on a level playing field, wordlessly daring the Glaive to do his worst. A dare Nyx seems to take and run with when he steps away all bravado and bite.

Honestly, it's completely unfair how good the attitude looks on him.

A polite request is what wants, hmm? Regis considers the request and as he does, he pulls himself up in the chair, resting his arms on the arm rests and lacing his fingers together. When his eyes catch the darkening mark on his wrist, he can't help feel the initial thrill all over again.

A 'please' is hardly worth all this promises to be. No, Nyx deserves more than that and Regis knows exactly where he is going to start with that which is why, when he speaks, it's not in Lucian, but something a fair bit older.]

Ah, there is the beautiful coeurl I've heard so much of. This dragon's not used to bowing his head, but how can one not in the face of such fierce beauty? If it is a 'please' you want, then you need only ask.

[And, true to his word, Regis does bow his head slight, spreading his hands before him.]

Please, grace this old soul with your beauty. He's been alone far too long.