"Mm... I take my orders from you, [my dear]." He ponders his next move as he leisurely starts to tug his friend's trousers down. He lets them slide down to the knees - after all, if he were truly bending Hythlodaeus over a desk, he wouldn't be bothering to remove all of their clothes, nor taking the time to let his friend kick them away.

A thought occurs to him. "I'm indulging you and your desire to be ravished," he muses out loud. "Because you want me to. Because I know you want me to." Bending down such that their bodies are flush against one another's, he purrs, "I remember how well you took me in my true form. How open you were. It's time to confess, 'Daeus: what have you done that makes you deserving of that same treatment?"