"Not overly well, I must say," Ossie gently teases back, not wanting to be outdone. A hand snakes up to cup the back of Giles' head, his immaculately maintained nails pressing gently into his scalp. In the earlier days of their relationship, he would've balked at the very idea of this. At hurting Giles purposefully. But he's learned the joy that can come from being the happy recipient- of allowing Giles to do things for him. This is... the same, in reverse, really. The prospect of seeing welts on Giles' skin...

"Carry your darling up to the bedroom?"