I don't have a problem being kind to Issei, I don't even have a problem with sex...it becomes a problem when I require your permission to do what I please...your regulations, your boundaries...can't you see it's strangling me Herr. It's cutting off the creative flow and my own desire...I don't think I could concentrate on sex knowing you're out there just waiting to chew my ass out. I'd end up with performance anxiety if I had to relive this experience over in my mind with Issei...face it, you're traumatizing me...don't you remember what I said? Not a single good memory to show for the day, not one scrap of motivation...you ask for too much this time, knowing full well there's not a request you could make that I would deny, if you had a real request to make of me...[and Klavier, shameless, takes a seat on the edge of the bed, propping one foot up on his thigh and leaning forward. He catches the look and heaves a long suffering sigh.] If you're not attracted you don't have to stare, but a man's body isn't so bad, Herr.