The mention of dressing his submissive in panties makes something in Jace's face go still, and then shamed and wanting all at once before he swallows and ducks his face aside. "I mean. Uh. Sure. That's a rule, anyways." He didn't know if he should comment on if he thought it was a good one or not, since he wasn't actually Caliban's submissive. Did he even know what his opinion on that was. Other then it making an electrifying shot of heated want to pool in his stomach and go straight to his cock.

If Jace had been a little more aware of what he was hearing, and a little less caught up in the signals his heated body was sending to his brain, he might have thought to question just what exactly a 'prince of hell' was. Caliban wasn't setting off his 'demon' senses, so it never occurred to him to even ask that question outright.

When Caliban leaned in like that, his prescence filling up Jace's space, all heat and skin and want, Jace couldn't help the soft whimper in the back of his throat. He couldn't believe how badly he wanted to just... drop to his knees. Right here, right now, and take whatever Caliban would offer him. Honestly, he was so turned on he couldn't think straight. No wonder this city had marked him. He was wanton, greedy, and unable to control himself. "Yes. Please," he breathed out shakily.