"... I'm sorry, you're judging me?!" Aleister looked at Bobby with disbelief and then threw his arms out, trying to understand this. "You're all forceful and making me take what you can give, hand in my hair, making me make beautiful eye contact and I'm the one who is out of sorts here? Honestly, darling, it's worse than you're not hard." He was not the weird one here. He was right on the money. What the fuck was up with Bobby.

"Look, you want to be all forceful and demanding, you get what comes with it. This is basically foreplay." The contract, the eye contact, the blood. It was romance. "You get me?"