[But once Chuuya's up there and straddling his waist, his expression suddenly shifts to a grin, eyes narrowing. There's something remarkably sinister about it -- a shift that might be difficult to pinpoint, but is still noticeable in some way. Perhaps it's the way the shadows fall over his face, or maybe just the way his eyes are suddenly gleaming all the more in the dim light. He didn't piss him off with that little move of his, no-- but he can tell that power just now was more than just some kind of telekinetic blast. It wasn't all that different from the power he used, after all.]

Well, well... now just where did you learn to do something like that, I wonder. [His hands move up to Chuuya's hips -- now wasting no time before digging those sharp nails of his into his skin. He's still into this, maybe even more so than before, but he's certainly not going to play as nicely as he was before.] Come on then. Show me what you've got.