[Chin propped in hand, he continues on with a casual expression. But his voice drops to something lower, dark and promising.]

Why, to watch your back bend and bow like a beast. To hear you gasp and whisper sweetly while your fingers wind the sheets. To see the sweat drip.

[He'd paid very careful attention to how Hux had reacted to that kiss, two systems ago. And men like him are always so tightly wound, it's delightful.]