As much as he's enjoying the advantage he has right now, he'll enjoy being told what to do (and probably arguing) just as much. Is that strange? It feels like it should be strange, how much he values the contentious way their conversations generally go. But if this were simple, if they always agreed, it wouldn't be the same. (He'd be able to walk away from that, maybe, like he can't walk away from her.)

And that, the way she clings and cries out, is exactly what he's been looking for. He kisses back fiercely when she pulls him close, stilling so he can commit every moment of this to memory.

But... well. After a moment of watching her with a little bit of well-earned smugness, he has to interrupt her basking. He can't hold out indefinitely, as it turns out.

"Would you rather I..." You know. He jerks his shoulder back vaguely, hoping that's illustrative enough.