[He grins smugly.]

Oh, more than that.

[He shifts to speak right into Rye's ear, breath no doubt tickling him, the edge of a growl just barely underlying his words.]

I'm going to tie you up in vines and suspend you from the ceiling in your own living harness, collar included. The vines can fuck your throat and ass, but don't worry - I'll be sure to service your cock myself.

[As he describes it, his fingers still pinch and pull at his chest through his clothes.]

How does that sound, my pet?