[ It isn't so much a wince as it is a scowl that crosses Trahearne's face when Adelis pulls on his head. He scarcely lets what he says breathe before his own hand whips up, frond clapping against flesh as he grabs Adelis's wrist and yanks his hand away and out of his own hair.

He does not like that. ]

Are you a guest? Or are you here at my request to serve me?

[ A subordinate? He thinks, but doesn't say. He's had a lot of those. What's one more? He'd be pleased of the other could make a lasting impression on him.

With the hand still on Adelis's wrist, he rights himself and steps past him towards the bedroom; along the way, he grabs a couple of clean tea towels from the kitchen. Just in case he's supposed to be the one providing the blindfolds.

Once they step into the room, Trahearne whirls around to close the door by pinning Adelis against it, and the wrist still in his grasp above his head. As he steps in again, and as he looks down at him, he smiles. He dips down slightly, but does not kiss him.

He's starting to think they should move this to the bed anyway. Either one of them is too short, or too tall. ]

You're in quite a hurry, aren't you? Keep pushing me and you may need a lesson in patience.