[There's something unusually resonant in the way he says that — I just want a moment. Not a favor, not an experience, not even an orgasm. Just...a moment, when he can shut his mind off, and not have to think, and leave himself entirely in the care of someone else's direction.

It's a startlingly compelling notion, not least of which because Rufus of all people can appreciate just how much trust is requisite for an ask like that. He certainly wouldn't be so quick to put himself up at anyone's mercy, mostly because he's long since learned to never expect mercy from anyone. And yet...

And yet, there's something to it. Something just compelling enough that he thinks, maybe he wants to explore a little more of this — albeit from the safety of being the one on his feet, and not the one on his knees.]

Then keep your money. I'm not rendering a service like a whore.

[Though the premise really isn't that far off from the sorts of things that go on in Wall Market, dreams sold to paying customers and carried out by charming little honeybees. Not that he's ever been let anywhere near such places, but still.]

But I will do it for loyalty. In a place like this, an ally is worth their weight in chips — so those are my terms.