In other words, you want to act like a punk kid and have somebody put you in your place.

[With his wrist still seized, he can't move his hand away, but he can turn his hand just enough to scratch lightly against the underside of Abbacchio's chin, almost mocking in its placating feel. Like he's a nasty alley cat getting a chin rub, having his bristling fur stroked.]

I'm going to take care of my clothes. The water should be warm by now. Go get in. Warm up. And get yourself hard without touching your cock. We'll see what you've earned by the time I join you.