[The gaze that meets Nyx's demands is intense, focused, but oddly not challenging as so many of the gazes they've exchanged tonight have been. Regis is used to having demands made of him, though certainly not in this pleasurable a manner. Manner aside, there are still two outcomes; he can outright deny the demand or he can accede to it in the fashion he chooses. In the political field, the important thing is that both outcomes give him control.
Here? Here he has no wish to force Nyx to bow to his control. The very opposite is true, in fact, and the answer he finally gives to that demand follows on heels of a confident smile.]
As you wish, Wild One. [The words are barely out of his mouth when Regis pulls Nyx into a kiss, all tongue, teeth and distraction while he shifts his arm to allow himself to press his fingers in deeper and at a better angle. Despite his outward calm, that whine absolutely shattered out what little patience he has left, and it's only a matter of time before the last bit of his control follows with it.]
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Here? Here he has no wish to force Nyx to bow to his control. The very opposite is true, in fact, and the answer he finally gives to that demand follows on heels of a confident smile.]
As you wish, Wild One.
[The words are barely out of his mouth when Regis pulls Nyx into a kiss, all tongue, teeth and distraction while he shifts his arm to allow himself to press his fingers in deeper and at a better angle. Despite his outward calm, that whine absolutely shattered out what little patience he has left, and it's only a matter of time before the last bit of his control follows with it.]