Oh, Julian, you're entirely right, you pull it off gorgeously... but you don't live up to the look! You're about as villainous as a housecat. [ But there's a glitter in his eyes, fondness far deeper than the derision. ]

And it's not like you haven't known me to be sadistic before! [ Said with a laugh, and Asra finishes the first drink and pushes it away from himself, and the glitter in his eyes has sharpened to a knifelike glinting, merciless. ]

You know they have... whole scenes for that sort've thing here? Formalized understandings, even... dominance, submission, even some of the elegant end of the darker side of that, as performance art.

But-- yes, I accept that wager. Getty! Will you line the shots up for us while we play? My dear friend here's under the distressingly misguided opinion that I should be intimidated.

[ There's a happily menacing undertone to all the bright statements, and his lashes are low over his eyes when he shoots Julian a look. Just for a beat, a moment. As if he wants to press a heel into the back of Julian's knee to force him down to kneel, one tawny hand fisted in his red hair--

The corners of his smile twitched, deepening the expression, his eyes alight. ]

And don't worry about the finances. My dominant and I... we do well for ourselves.