That was all it took. He asked please. Moving suddenly, pushing Arthur off his lap and catching him so that he stood. "That's it, boy," he growled, eyes narrowing to mere slits. "But you'd better drop your pants first. Just the trousers, leave on whatever's underneath. Need to make this last," he said, looking Arthur over so slow, groaning at the man before him.

"And then bend yourself over my lap," he said, didn't ask.