Tiberius sat up on the edge of her bed, eyeing her as she turned away. He didn't want to leave, and he didn't think that she was seriously asking him to — not at such slight provocation, anyway. It wasn't like he'd made this whole thing up — it was her fault something had changed, and while she might be a little annoyed at having been caught, he didn't believe that she'd be so irritated she'd try to kick him out of the room.

Would it be better to just play it safe, though? This mutual intimacy that they had developed was still relatively new, and he didn't want to bring it to a violent end — but everything in him rebelled at the idea of just capitulating to her whims so easily and slinking out of the room like a dog with its tail between its legs. Besides, he didn't actually need her to participate — he didn't even need her to cooperate. He'd taken her struggling more than once, after a fight, and he could do it again. Just the idea of it was causing a stirring in him; his heart beat just a touch faster at the prospect.

"I don't remember asking how you felt," he challenged coolly.