Squalo lets out a breathy laugh that slides into a low hiss as the punishing bite is paid to his neck, his kneading pauses and then redoubles as he listens and feels the swipe of a tongue against his neck. Perfect, always so perfect. He hummed, nosing along Xanxus's jaw before he returned the harsh bite he was paid. “You say that like I wouldn't find something to stab people with. It'd be pretty easy to peel the pads off the wall, get some of the wall behind it and see how much effort it'd take to shove that into someone.” Okay, maybe that was a bit telling of who he spent his time around that the bratty prince somehow managed to have that much of an influence on him even if he was a goddamned lazy bastard.

“But I don't think you'd be too happy medicating me. Means you'd have to deal with all the trivial bullshit in Varia. You'd also have to fend for yourself via food cause no fucking smart chef will step in here thinking they can cook for you and live to see another day.”

Squalo's always a buffer, he guessed, something a little less harsh and jagged – only a little, however, than Xanxus but it's enough to keep everything running smoothly. He thinks of a time where it was a little less him doing everything and a little more equal, but he knows he'd rather it this way. Xanxus deserved the best and Squalo prided himself on being exactly that. “Not gonna lie, Boss... I like this a bit better than however the fuck we were back then. A lot more fun for me, at least.”