[He moans, loud and unabashed, very much wanting to get the attention of anyone who might be passing near. It’s a challenge, a test, wanting to see how willful this Otegine is.

Then there’s a hand on his throat, and Owen grins, manic. Just a bit more…]

You’re a man who has no idea what you’re up against, for as much as a spirit is a man. Do you think something as young and inexperienced as you can do what no one else has managed?

[He laughs, but with the pressure on his throat it’s more of a wheeze. He rolls his hips forward, arousal obvious.]

Though maybe you want to keep me all to yourself, and don’t want to hear about the other men who have put their hand on me, hm?