"Have they?" He murmurs, and finally he seems to simply allow the man to go, running a bored hand over his face, through his hair, glancing away for a split second as if already weary of this conversation with the other man. "And did they succeed?" He didn't feel much for forcing himself on the other man again, being shoved around more than twice was enough to make his decision a bit easier. He'd simply have to try harder with this one.

Break him down.

"I'm sure I won't, pretty thing." He chuckled, and his head tilted back, lips curled with amusement. "But you may want to be a little careful about that, dear. I'm not the only one in this world that I'm sure wants a taste of you." Under his breath he murmured something, unsure if Joscelin would hear it. "Merely the most stubborn."