It's maddening really, how quickly Dion can flip a switch in him, sparking arousal deep in his gut as the ruffles of his outfit are toyed with. There's a swallow as his eyes alight upon the prince, fingers reaching out to fiddle with the front of his shirt in turn.

"I see...so that was the motivation behind all of this?" He leans in, ever eager. "How devious of you, Your Highness...not that I've any complaints. I do apologize that I am rather...vocal."

But it will be nice to not feel restrained while in the throws of passion.