"Depends. Are you still theoretically pissing me off? 'Cause if you are, I may leave you there cold on your knees until you're ready to talk. And if that isn't your bag, I've got a cane with your name on it."

He pauses there, one hand slipping under Scott's shirt and fanning out over his broad back.

"You ever been caned on the bottom of your feet? That'll make anyone squeal like a pain pig. Forget their own name for sure."