[a soft heh escapes him. as if he'd ever abide something like a time limit or any such orders from this man.]

You sure about that? So much for stamina.

[rather than press the advantage, seto stays still. he simply lingers, breathing over that fragile neck. he's stubborn, stubborn in all things and all ways. once he's got his eyes on the prize, it's game over. and his eyes are on pegasus, burrowing into him, piercing and harsh and sharp.]

I'll let you leave. If you want.

[but he suspects that's not in the cards, so to speak. even so, he at least grants pegasus the illusion of choice.]

If you'd rather be somewhere else, I'll allow it.