This was a mistake, he should have waited. It was too late to go back now though, and his ears pinned back against his head as Tseng casually asked his question, loud enough to be heard by the rest of the table. He missed the signal to the servant of course, too caught up in his own humiliation to take note of it. Perhaps if he did, he'd have bitten his tongue now.

This was a ploy to get him to ask to be fucked, wasn't it? An attempt to get him to say it out loud where everyone could hear it, and this time without any obvious teasing or torment to make the situation look desperate. There was another look towards the guests at the table, forced to consider how much this would be worth shaming himself further. No further left to fall, why even bother? They already saw him as a whore, what was there to defend anymore?

"... With your cock, please... sir." His tone was rasping, the always present, feline growl just a little more prominent here as he let the words just tumble out. The look he gave was nothing short of pleading, face pink and eyes just slightly downcast, with his thighs pulled tightly together as if that might somehow stave off the feeling of being left empty.