[Neuvillette's pale pupils are betraying him, going wide at the noise he draws from Wriothesley, finding it absolutely fascinating that the man enjoys the feeling of his teeth on his skin. Before this experience, he would have assumed the feeling would be unwanted and uncomfortable for a human.]

I see... [He doesn't quite chuckle but he does make a soft, hum of a noise at Wriothesley's statement.] You're quite responsive. It makes deciding what to do much easier but I must admit, I am simply doing what feels appropriate.

[He inhales sharply at the tug to his hair, lips parted and throat exposed. He still doesn't understand how or why that should feel good but it excites him, he likes it.] Oh? And what would occur then? If you stopped holding back? [Is he goading him, inviting him to let go of his seld-control? ... Perhaps, he his.]