He narrows his eyes. Oh, this won't do. He's ceding ground. Without warning, he grips Hythlodaeus' shirt and twists, pushing the other man down on to the bed whilst he straddles their waist. Not once does he let his gaze falter or wander.

"I am looking at you now, am I not?" he asks, voice dangerously sweet. "But I wonder: if I were to silence that clever mouth of yours, how loudly would the rest of your body speak to me...?"