[ Indeed, there is something exceedingly enthralling in regards to the image of the red head on his knees, and in position to go ahead, do something so scandalous, yet in his head all fitting considering the situation. The evident heat, that flush decorating him before he opens his mouth, speaking those daring words without any indication that he will so much as back down. Nor will he falter, finding it all too much.

His eyes are laser-focused on what Tartaglia does or says. But now even moreso, even seeing the way he bites his lip...does it need to be said? An amused huff escapes him nonetheless. ]

You'll find I'm enthusiastic enough...

[ He says plainly, but judging by the way his lips slightly uptick, he is aware the inflection sounds contrary. Even if he draws a harsher breath once Tartaglia moves to make good on what he plans to do in earnest, but daring to do so lightly. Too slowly. He's doing it on purpose, with such a searing look at him.

How delightful. ]

...When you give me more. You've shown an incredible ruthlessness in your pursuit before. Is this the best you have, Tartaglia?

[ He Xuan lacks the patience he normally has, fingers already settled atop that red hair now boldly carding through those lock, and then going back to gripping more firmly. This time when he speaks, there is no hint of coldness, a bottomless greed and demand entering into his tone. ]

Give me more.