What do I need appointed authority for when you’re falling so neatly in line?

[Cid rolls his lower lip through his teeth. Cid moves with renewed vigor as Barnabas releases his wrist to do what it may. And what it may happen to be is relentlessly pressing Barnabas towards orgasm for the sole viewing pleasure and enjoyment of this singular man.]

[Cid quite happily enjoys making this one of the few things knocking about in his skull. A pretty sight, a pretty sentiment. He holds it tight. ]

What I believe is that you may be a king, but you’re happy enough to play along. So go on, play your part, pretty thing.