John responds to it, and there will be times for cheekiness, and seeing how much he push Todd's buttons. Now he's too busy exploring what it means to be incoherent from gentle domination. Everything is hazy, and it's down to a series of explosions of pleasure and pain. Right up until the tongue goes to work.

It sets him on fire, every nerve jingling and he makes it known, with a variety of heart felt swears. 'Your tongue.' It is all he can think, he can feel how different it is to a human's. The rougher texture leaves him breathless. He lifts his head a little to see Todd at work and he shudders at the look of pure lust still in the Wraith's eyes. He gives up on trying to send words, and sends the emotions, and the blissed out, floating feeling.