There’s a scoff for that, not unfond in its nature. A little half-step away from a laugh as his fingers still themselves briefly in their work, looking almost modest for the trouble.

“Only you would think of this as a test.” But oh, the sight of that face staring down at him, lips buried. It’s enough to make a man go mad. “Most people simply enjoy whetting their appetite on a view like this.”

Of course Fenris isn’t most people, and since he’d intended this to be a scant gift to a man that’d been forced to serve others for so long, he can’t help but feel a touch guilty that it seems to be...difficult. His smile flexes, his eyes dark when he allows his leg to relax, drawing it away from Fenris' mouth like a blockade removed from between them.

“But if you can’t wait...”