"Oh? Correct me, then," he purrs, "Why am I finding your brother for you? Tell me, and I'll see what I can do." He seems amused, is enjoying the interrogation happening here. Perhaps it's better to call it negotiation instead, though really the entire thing is just one more game to be played.

Ereuvir meant it as a serious offer, but one he was expecting to be laughed at, so a low chuckle is his only reaction to that part of their back and forth.

"A promise I fully intend to keep," the toy throbs inside him and Ereuvir bites into his shoulder gently, but right over top of one of the bruises he's left, "Do you want me to fuck you right here against the glass? Or perhaps you would prefer to be laid out in front of the fireplace like a trophy? Or perhaps across the desk. I could certainly take you more roughly, there." Each option is giving more low and teasing than the last, temptations all on their own, the way he whispers them.