"Athelstan. You did not tell me it was what you wanted and you went to some stranger to 'learn'- Did you not just say-" He started to retort with a flare of frustration, but forced himself to stop mid-sentence, bowing his head and squeezing his free hand into a fist for a moment to regain his composure. He exhaled slowly, unfisting his hand.

He was trying. He really, really was.

He tilted his head back, forcing himself to look Athelstan in the eyes as he spoke, tone strained, but calm.

"None of that matters though. It is done. And now I know. That that is what you expect of me in bed," His tone pulls slightly as he fights the urge to sound even sassier, "And, no. I have never fucked Dodger. Not like that. Does that, at least, make you happy?"