Sylus is on his knees, wearing a suit, his hands tied behind his back, and a leather collar around his throat. You reach forward, grasping the collar and tugging it forward, forcing him to tilt his head up. He scoffs with amusement. "Such arrogance," he says. You tug his head to the side, smirking. "You need to show some spirit to tame a 'wild horse,'" you say. You release the collar, stepping back. You put your heel on his leg, and he chuckles. "I'm looking forward to it," he says, flashing a smirk as he watches you. Lightning fast, you raise the whip in your hand. Surprise overtakes his expression, and he grunts and tilts his head away. "Scared?" you taunt. Sylus gains his composure as easily as he has lost it, looking at you. "Perhaps I'm just excited," he replies. As you lower the whip and slowly trail it up his muscled abdomen to his chest, his muscles tense, a shuddering breath leaving him as his expression turns serious. Then he chuckles, looking at you. "How do you expect me to respond to your aimless flirtation?" he questions. His expression remains serious, perhaps strained. You raise the whip, tipping his chin up. "I like the look on your face right now," he says. You smirk, tapping the whip against his face before lowering it. He scoffs. "Provoking me is not a wise choice." Leaning back in your chair, you trail your foot along his leg, up toward his six-pack, which his suit covers. He lets out another shuddering breath, his muscles tensing and his expression becoming serious. After a moment, he smirks. "As a tamer, don't be so stingy." He looks at you defiantly. "Raise the stakes." You move behind him, putting your foot on his back. "What did I tell you to call me?" you question. He scoffs. "An angry hunter? Or perhaps a kitten holding a grudge." In response, you push him down onto his side. He grunts, and after a moment, chuckles. "Is that all the patience you have?" he asks, arching a brow and raising his head to look at you. He straightens himself to a sitting position.