One of his hands twitches; he's used to tangling his fingers in those night-dark locks, but he stops himself in time.

"What, I'm supposed to start suggesting punishments before I've misbehaved?" He almost jokingly asks where Nate's faith in him is, but it doesn't feel right. Not right here, not right now. Anders kisses Nate again before answering. Why waste an opportunity like this? "If you were feeling particularly cruel you could work me to the edge... abd then stop. For a time." His eyes sparkle. "You'd have to hold out against my begging, though, and I know it works wonders with you."