[Eridanus doesn't make any motions to move, not quite yet, at least. He's staring down at Traejan like he's finally cornered him; but it's... almost surprising how obedient Traejan has become. Eridanus had been expecting to be punched, or even bitten. Instead, Traejan is already unbuttoning his pants.

The excitement that prickles Eridanus' skin is enough to silence him as he cautiously removes his hand from over Traejan's mouth. He's yet to move that foot though, which is still sitting comfortably between Traejan's legs.]

It seems you can keep me on my toes, Traejan. I'm surprised that you're doing as I tell you. [Eridanus neglects to point out the obvious that, realistically, Traejan only had one piece of clothing he could remove at that moment (unless he's wearing socks? Is he wearing socks??). After what feels like an exceptionally long, tense stare-down, Eridanus pulls his leg from between Traejan's legs and instead sits on the coffee table to face him.

He leans back on his hands as he grins impishly at Traejan.] Why don't you put on a show, too?