[ Part of Adelis wonders if his usual techniques will get him far here- Trahearne seems both dense in some ways, and yet clashing with him in others. Perhaps it will take a bit more to pin him down as he likes, but he supposes he's got plenty of time.

The look on his face is...hm, a bit new, but he doesn't comment. He seems to enjoy looking at his face all too much, and Adelis tilts his head, the gaze he offers back one that is far sharper and more challenging. He may stare all he wishes, but he expects compensation in return.

There's the brush of skin, and he hums lightly as his hair is tucked behind his ear. Regardless of how Trahearne towers over him, stares down at him, Adelis meets him with equal measure, albeit the press of the other's hips to his own has him casually, slowly rolling his up to meet the wood covering his lower half.

He skims his teeth across Trahearne's lip, his leg shifting up a bit further to brush the taller man's thighs. The question, naturally, makes his smirk widen a fraction. ]

Do you want me to be specific?

[ It's a challenge, naturally, especially in the way he opts to drag his fingers slowly down Trahearne's spine, but with a dangerous, harsh press as he does so. ]

What did you ask me before...about being here at your request? [ The fingers trail down, down further with his words, as if counting the nonexistent vertebrae. ] To serve you? Is that what you'd like?

[ With a brush of black leather, his hand finally coils about Treahearne's hip- before giving it a sharp press down with a surprising show of strength, to grind against him better. . ]

It's a shame you'll find I don't serve easy.