Dylan took a step forward, himself, one corner of his mouth twitching upwards. Oh, Daniel wouldn't appreciate the exercise he wanted to make him engage in. Well. Maybe he would in the end, maybe he'd get over it all as easily as he had everything else barring the shooting when he finally took him, but.

That made the idea all that much more appealing. Doubly so, when Daniel started bitching. Maybe he'd just have to go for it sooner rather than later, as punishment, as pleasure. He wanted both.

For the time being, though, he simply rolled his eyes. "If it was a dismissal, I wouldn't be hanging around. Or you wouldn't be here. One or the other." If it was a dismissal, he would have killed Daniel last night. He wouldn't be fantasizing about fucking him around and then just fucking him now.