Oh, Lucian knew that well. It was the only thing tied in a pretty bow, and he the way Dane immediately started squirming pretty much told him all he needed to know. It also ensured that he was going to take his own sweet time unwrapping what he guessed was a ring.

After all, toys don't get a say.

"Awwwh," It's almost baby-talk, a cooing that's not encouraging in the least. "Can't handle what you've gotten yourself in to, hmm?" The hand in his hair stops, only because he's backhanding him now, harsh, and his fingers physically press the ball on gag down as hard as he could, making it as uncomfortable as possible.

That eases up, and it's only because Lucian is dragging nails down the nipple that hadn't been abused before. He looks satisfied, if for a brief moment, and steps back.

Time to play with his toys. Footsteps can be heard going to the closet first, though, where he retrieves his favourite jacket. Next, the side tables where everything is laid out. The jangling of the keys he has make him think for a very brief moment, because he remembers the switch--he pulls it out, considers for a moment, and watches Dane closely as he presses the softest pulsating setting on the plug.