"Struck a nerve yet again." His tongue tsks against the back of overlong teeth, nose crinkling just slightly for it.

"My my, you are a sensitive little beast, aren't you?" He asks, tone cloyingly sweet— almost playfully sweet, in fact— before he relaxes it entirely into something far more tame.

"Not to worry. As much fun as we've had together I'm not out to ruin you. You can relax."

The hand at Allumin's back shifts, wrist bracing to be more supportive as he levers the man down into one scandalously deep dip— altering the set of their surroundings. As though the floor and ceiling have somehow opted to swap places, stretching high, glittering in scattered candlelight.