[Ah, so that landed, did it? Interesting — he really does want to just...stop thinking, evidently. And that's something that Rufus will dwell on later, will turn over and over in his head as he contemplates it from all angles, but for right now settling into the helm of control is easy and as natural as breathing.]

You're not as cute without your tail, puppy. I wonder if you're still as obedient without it.

[Just a moment, he'd said, and it didn't have to be anything sexual. Just a means of getting outside of his thoughts, then — yes, all right, Rufus can certainly work with that.]

Let's see how much you remember. Sit.

[He makes a slight, almost imperceptible motion with his hand — evidently, it's habitual for him to give nonverbal commands along with spoken ones, for some reason — and yes, seems to indicate that Wriothesley ought to lower himself down to the ground right there in the midst of the carpet.]