He nodded, a minute gesture. Pie-thingy. He had to remember pie-thingy.

His tail snaked its way around the other man's waist, an anchor as the touch firmed and slowed. But there was a touch at his belt and it had him squirming again, give a short huff under his breath.

"Y-y'know, a king... should be casting down a punishment for... for torture..." He just opened an eye, only a peek, to look at him.

"But I pride myself... on my resilience..."