[ Reign would. He really would. Complain about it, cry as well, but will undeniably enjoy it too much by the end of it.

He winced as his head was pulled back, Mephisto's grip in his hair just painful enough to make his eyes water. Should he apologise? But then he would miss the chance of getting punished via abandonment. However, Reign didn't relish going through that experience just yet. ]

Sir... [ Reign worried his lower lip, and then without another word, slowly got off the chair and onto his knees, though it wasn't easy when Mephisto had a tight grip of his ponytail like some kind of leash. His arms slid down the demon's body, hands settling onto the floor, the strain in his neck making Reign arch his back. ] I'm sorry, Sir. Please don't ignore me. I won't read what the quill writes about you and your brother. Or any other brothers. Siblings.