If I already had it, then shouldn't I get to ask for something else?

[There's a note of dry irony in the remark, even as he finally moves into Wriothesley's space and brings his hand up to frame his face, aiming to rest his palm lightly against his cheek. In large part, it's an attempt to see if he can get away with it at all, or if he'll be deflected away; call it an opening foray to test the waters of this agreement they've just struck, to see how willing Wriothesley is to bend — and how hard he's going to have to work to put him under.]

But since you're an ally, let's let it wait until afterward — and you can offer me what you think all this was worth to you. For now, I think it's time you stopped using that clever mind of yours.

[He leans a little closer, his voice taking on a more velvet tone — lulling, deep, and easy to listen to.]

Nod, or shake your head, but no words. You're not going to need them for a while.