He likes the counter-argument, even though it's a lot of kissing and the very pleasant weight of Nate on top of him rather than any sort of arguing. Anders beams up at his husband as Nate starts talking and touching. That he tastes of electricity and ecstasy might be one of the best ways he's ever been described and he's about to say so when his nipple is pinched and words get chased away by a gasp.

"You make it so good to surrender," he says, voice a little strained, "and so worth it. You make me want you to hold me in thrall. I love giving myself to you." A rock of now-bared hips upward helps demonstrate the point. "I want everything you have to give me, my love."

He rests a hand low on Nate's back before sliding it downward and rubbing one of his favorite parts of his husband's body. "Or, if we're talking about being held in thrall, should I call you my lord?"