Shall I take pity on you, and whisper sweet nothings of how I might best be pleased?

[Not that it seems particularly difficult to guess, with the way he gasps at the tenderness of Haurchefant's kisses, disarmed by the sweetness enough to be overcome when Haurchefant's mouth finally discovers his own.]

Or will you seek to discover it for yourself...?

[He strokes his hands down Haurchefant's sides, smoothing over his hips before coming to rest on the tops of his thighs, feeling the strength in his legs even as he holds himself up enough to avoid putting too much weight on Aymeric's leftover hurts from the Vault.]

Tell me, how would you...would you like me?