"Now what sort of Dominant would be so bold as to attempt that on you, I wonder?" Hannibal murmured, as he let one of his hands slip from Huaisang's waist, sliding over the curve of his frankly exquisite posterior. Teasing ever lower, as his mouth nipped at Huaisang's ear. "It almost sounds like you are offering up a challenge, then a good protest of why you would ... not."