There was, admittedly, a brief moment where Joshua was worried that he'd slip down the wall, but Dion's hold on him is secure enough that he doesn't. Hoisted and held in place, the jerk of hips against him has him whimpering, clinging tight.

"I am..." He's more than fine, even if there is admittedly a bit of a strain on his long, limber body in such a position. "Do as you will, Dion."