"What did you just say, sweetheart?"

Ayumu's lips twitch up into a cruel smile--murky eyes watching as your own flit towards his lap. His arms are outstretched towards you, fingers curling and gesturing for you to come closer, to give him the attention he's so kindly asking for.

Oh, but Ayumu thoroughly enjoys it when you put on a tough act in front of him--acting so disinterested when he knows you want it more his touch more than he wants yours.

"Repeat what you just told me, my love."