Nero drew a sharp breath, a quick and silent rise of his chest as he pulled the air through his nose. He rolled his hips down, pressing against the pressure of Ephram's thigh, and the muscles of his stomach contracted. His hands, both freed from Ephram's grip, hung in place just breifly before he put them to solid use.

"No, I doubt I would stop you, persay," Nero responded blithely, his eyes dark and intensely focused as he reached out to casually undo the buttons of Ephram's vest. The foriegn silk parted smoothly and Nero splayed it aside with one hand. The deft fingers of his other hand parted the fine linen beneath with quick, reserved motions, leaving Ephram's chest exposed. The man was not so delicate as he had presumed.

"Though," he continued and gripped Ephram's jaw again, this time far less casually. "I cannot promise my absolute compliance."