[Chuuya's answer gets a snicker out of Mephisto -- so it's still a possibility, huh? Somehow that just excites him all the more, encouraging him to lean down and pepper rough kisses up along Chuuya's neck. He gives his ear a light nip before speaking lowly into it--]

Says the one grinding against my leg like a dog in heat.

[His words are followed by Mephisto bucking up his leg, pressing harder against the bulge he can feel that's no doubt already starting to tent Chuuya's pants.]

But just what are you thinking about right now? Are you hoping I'll put you on your hands and knees and fuck you until I've had my fill? Or maybe... are you a little disappointed that we don't have an audience anymore? You seemed so eager to go for a ride back at the bar, after all.