[Some things never change and Regis, for one, is glad of that. Cor's reactions are so natural this way, not guarded like so much else about him is. That openness is what he had cherished the most the night Cor had stumbled to his room his own need encouraged by the wine. Regis had been bound by limits that night. For better or worse, those limits are gone now.

He would much rather focus on the better right now.

A low chuckle rumbles in the back of his throat when Cor gives his answer, shifting into a soft groan when the younger man flicks his tongue against his ear.]

Well, that is simple enough. You know well that I can talk all day long.

[Or course, he's never addressed the council or court with a tone of voice like that before, low, dripping promise and soft as black velvet.]

And what of our Will? What will you have him do for you?