The tug in his hair makes him hiss - but more than that, the way that he feels when he knows he's playing with fire. He doesn't stop the grinding, trying to push Georg, see what he'll do. Being called greedy like that feels....

Good.

A little bit like he felt at the end of that dream, really.

"...Maybe I haven't," he whispers, placing his hand against Georg's side and running it down, down, down to dig fingers into his hip.