The words echoed in his head. It was Dylan's magic, and yet when given such power, when driven to that edge, what Daniel chose was this. He chose horns and claws, drawing the sexual energy off another. There was a niggling thought on the edge of his mind that he had done this before, just in different ways. He had used and taken and had what he wanted, without little to no concern about the desires and needs of others. Was that why this and now?

That offer though made him pause. He opened his mouth, considering what to say and then stopping himself. Part of him wanted it gone, fearing he would use it on others. If it made Dylan want him though...

"What do you want?" He asked, knowing where he was putting himself and the way he sounded. No sarcasm, no smart ass comments. Wanting to know what it was Dylan wanted. He wasn't going to push him to walking out again. "Though... the tits..." He loved them and wasn't sure why that bothered him and not the rest. Except for one thing. "It's going to mean relearning every card trick I know." It changed his balance and the flow of his arms, after all.