Another low laugh; this one turns into a hum against Alistair's throat.

"What wouldn't I do. Let's see. Anything to myself, if you asked it -- I'd do it. You wanted to bend me over the table, have me while you conducted your business?" He loosens his grip, suddenly -- only long enough to keep Alistair on edge. "I'd praise your name any way you wanted while you held me still for your pleasure. You could test me. See how long I can touch myself without spilling. If I make it to the end... a reward."

Cullen catches Alistair's lower lip gently between his teeth, and whispers, "But I really like thinking about what you'd do to me in front of all those people if I needed your correction. Would that please you?"