Oh, it's possible. [there's a soft laugh there, warmth suffusing through them. he really does smell pleasant, and assuredly, it's becoming far more distracting than it needs to be.]

Mmm. That's the intent. And—for the record, [the words are spoken absently, as fingers shift in his mouth, teasing along his tongue where he sucks, a rumbled purr on their lips at his continued drag of nails against their scalp] if you'd like aggression, then you perhaps shouldn't have started with my hair.

[it's very difficult, as it turns out, for them to go back to being an utter gremlin (not that they're not being one at all now) after they just want to melt against him and behave. oops.]