Quentin's eyes swiveled to hers and locked onto then curiously. He was grinning that dark smirk she'd seen before, but it was tempered somehow... It seemed to be that he wasn't doing this to break or ruin her, he was doing it for his own fun... Even if that ended up tormenting her on the way. In some very minor way she had been nudged up in his estimates for the victim of his desires to a more integral counterpart in them... Whether Zoey would agree with this appraisal was another matter and, fortunately for Quentin, one that was quite irrelevant. And besides, it wasn't likely she'd stay there long if she toed over his rather arbitrarily drawn lines.<br/><br/>"No~" He sing-songed in a rather gentle way, though as ever it should be taken as a kind suggestion at Zoey's peril. "You are to be worn out only when I'm done with you, which as I said is not before I find myself in bed. As for cumming... Well, if you do, you'll have to carry your mess around with you til we go to bed." He pointed out, without actually permitting or refusing her orgasm. Maybe he'd think about, but not before tearing off one end of the fresh, still somewhat warm bread and biting at the end. He chewed slowly and thought similarly, taking his time to consider all the fun little outcomes of both refusing, and agreeing... And, of course, in no hurry to put Zoey out of her misery.<br/><br/>Finally though he nodded. "Fine, fine. Cum your pretty little brains out, and take that contraption off yourself when you're done. Clean it, too. You're not to change, though, and you have until I've finished my dinner to have full control over yourself again... I won't accept anything less than perfection when I choose to trust you with a task, however insignificant it might be." He leaned past where she was perched on his lap to scoop up a spoonful of the thick, meaty looking stew, which he ate, appraised, and finally approved of. It wasn't til after his second, though, that he pointed out: "If you're not done with that soon, there will be little but scraps left for you to eat."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>