James let out a pleased hum, stepping closer as though the spread of Kavinsky's legs was an invitation in itself. He moved the scourge over his leg, thongs sweeping slowly across his thigh, so he could press himself closer still.
"That's a good way to put it," he said, lips twitching in amusement, particularly at the thought of inserting payment. That was a fortunate choice of words.
But first things first: he wasn't planning on using either of his guns now, so he set both of them down on the table, far away enough that they wouldn't be fired by accident (and far away enough that Kavinsky couldn't grab hold of them either, just in case). Then he slid the flogger up Kavinsky's torso, tracing the side of his face with it.
"Kavinsky, wasn't it? Tell me, do you like this? You want me to use it on you? How much... are you willing to let me get away with?" Not that James couldn't do whatever he wanted either way, but he would rather have Kavinsky on his side, build a relationship that was favorable to them both.
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"That's a good way to put it," he said, lips twitching in amusement, particularly at the thought of inserting payment. That was a fortunate choice of words.
But first things first: he wasn't planning on using either of his guns now, so he set both of them down on the table, far away enough that they wouldn't be fired by accident (and far away enough that Kavinsky couldn't grab hold of them either, just in case). Then he slid the flogger up Kavinsky's torso, tracing the side of his face with it.
"Kavinsky, wasn't it? Tell me, do you like this? You want me to use it on you? How much... are you willing to let me get away with?" Not that James couldn't do whatever he wanted either way, but he would rather have Kavinsky on his side, build a relationship that was favorable to them both.