Gaius takes his hands from that lovely cock, and lifts them both -- one to Estinien's shoulder, the other to grip his chin and make the other man look him in the eyes. "Should you what, Estinien. Use your words-- I expect no poetry, but please, say what you mean to say."

He's amused. A little bit smug. It's been months since he felt powerful in anything, but this... this he has.