Ulysse stiffens as Rook gets more 'aggressive' with his attack, a soft gasp slipping past his lips as his eyes flicker shut again. As always, he's not especially loud, but the breathy sighs and shivers going down his body speak volumes, and he even bites his lower lip, fingers settling at Rook's nape to give an encouraging squeeze.

"That," he begins, his voice a low, artlessly seductive purr as his eyes grow hooded, full of molten heat as he locks them with Rook's. "Would be because you just love to get under my skin."

Don't think he hasn't noticed it, Rook.