It's wicked. It's cruel, making him wait like this. Ordering him around so -- so expertly. And he loves it. Watching, listening to Alfred be so dominant. So carefully poised and in charge of the entire situation. It's delicious.

He moves his hand a little faster, but carefully, carefully. Paying attention to his body to make sure he doesn't push himself over the edge. "What -- what happens if I do? What will you do?"