Ah, Simon thinks when Gregor bends to him. Should have done this sitting down, perhaps. Well, they wouldn't have had to risk putting a crink in Gregor's neck had they done this horizontally. That disturbing little freeze took all the joy out inflicting any inconvenience on his Emperor, but Simon couldn't quite dredge up any sympathy. A thirty-second hickey was not a weighty burden. Though, SImon would have to investigate that hesitation; it looked like trauma but if it was, it was trauma Simon didn't know about, which was unacceptable. He makes a note to himself to talk to Cordelia sometime soon, and spends the rest of the thirty seconds organizing which reports he wants to go over first, barely noticing the pressure of his Emperor's mouth.

Simon doesn't bother re-doing his collar when Gregor's done, since he'll probably be sleeping in his shirtsleeves. His eyes narrow a little at this proposition. Gregor wasn't above a little revenge himself? "If you feel the sudden need to over-achieve," he replies blandly.