Thinking about it left too much up to chance. Granted, he didn't want to hear 'definitely' either, but now that the idea had been floated at all, it would firmly lodge itself in his head. That it would even be considered at all was terrifying, as he cast an eye back towards the table for a moment, momentarily stricken by the thought of dozens of hands on him, gripping, pulling and pinching at bare and sensitive flesh.

No doubt it was due to this newfound anxiety that Tseng would find the former mage suddenly less hesitant and far more amenable, even as his face burned pink and he turned his head away while he leaned back and braced upon the arm of the chair. By some small mercy, he still remained only partially aroused as the other man toyed with the rings and bells upon his cock, though that cosmic mercy thinned as his fingers brushed over his empty and well prepped hole. That caused a gentle jerk downwards, setting off the bells in a brief, loud chime. Not an attempt to escape them, that much was clear.

With a soft hiss, he carefully returned himself to his original position, a light tremor running through him as he did and now visibly just a little harder thanks to the show. Such in fact was his growing discomfort, that he even dared to speak again, once more quiet, trying not to draw much attention from the other nobles present: "How much longer will this last?"