[ Gladio has no response for that, he doesn't know what's happened except the usual - he's tipsy, going with the mood shared between the both of them, living in the moment and deciding that his earlier and muted concerns were best left over tea the next day. He has every confidence that he can put his friend's embarrassment at ease - that his behavior tonight was welcome.

As for him? He'll have to stay on guard, and he's trying. That breathless tease and the bruising pressure of those teeth pulling at his bottom lip is making that hard, particularly when those hips move to increase that friction. Shit, he's getting hard from this. ]

Hooh? So all this time, you've complained about my manhandling and now you want to feel threatened?

[ Gladio takes him by the chin and holds his gaze. He wants to see the kind of reaction he gets from these words. ]

I'm starting to think maybe you like this kind of thing. Bossed around. Handled.