Squalo goes easily at the tug, moving to carefully position himself to straddle Xanxus's lap and press his face closer to the man's neck. He isn't gentle as he sinks his teeth into Xanxus's throat, but he's not overly rough like he could be. There wasn't any threat in his bite, just once again reminding his Boss that the shark may be tamed, but one should never doubt it could easily take a hand off. He doesn't chew like he wants to either, doesn't leave any lasting bruised beyond what he knows is an angry red mark marring his throat.

"You ever think we've done this shit before, Boss?" He asks suddenly, smiling sharply as he decided to rest his hands against the man's shoulders, though begins to knead them as he thinks that the bastard was far to tense to be even remotely comfortable stilling in his chair. "Just seems familiar?"