[He lets out a groan as he arches his back. The material doesn't feel great again his length. The friction is nice, but it doesn't feel great either. He knows its not supposed to either.

He lets out a huff. A defiant grin.]

Oh? I thought you were a doctor. Aren't you supposed to be healing wounds, not making new ones? Do you really have it in you to punish me? [Wriothesley is not above trying to incite the other. To push things farther.]