He knows it's a dangerous proposition to put your hand close to the mouth of a shark. One might come away with one less hand. But this blood thirsty beast is his and knows who the true apex predator here is. He knew he was asking for retaliation but his eyes still go a little dark at the feel of those perfect teeth scraping against his fingers. It's not in anger though. He has to relent on his grip on the man's tongue.

"Of course. It's the only proven way to shut you up." There's still that ghost of a smile on his lips and he hasn't made the move to pull his hand away. He can allow himself this indulgence for a little longer. Long enough to decide what he wanted to do with the man sitting on his desk like that. It won't take much to haul him to sit with him in his chair. He even drops his feet back on the floor in order to do so. "Now stop cluttering up my desk." It's not a hard pull, but it's still a pull.