He's barely doing anything and Dane is putty in his hands. It sends its own sort of thrill down Lucian's spine, and he takes his time getting back to Dane. He actually stops to look in the full length mirror, just to make sure he looks presentable. It doesn't matter if Dane can't see him, after all, this is his day.

He does watch Dane buck and breath, watching that ribcage rise and fall with utmost adoration before he snaps to and realizes something. He's found a way to punish Dane.

"You," he says sharply, and grabs a new bamboo cane from the table. "You've just ruined that bow." And without warning, he snaps the cane just below Dane's knee, hard and sharp.

He bites, though, and after a second smack to Dane's outer thigh, he's unwrapping the bow. The cage is beautiful, there's no doubt--and he's glad Dane's blindfolded, because he's grinning like an idiot. He's outdone himself this time.

Lucian breathes audibly through his nose, sharp and agitated, and places his index finger along a slot in the cage, touching sensitive skin.

"That's going to stay on until you learn not to soil people's pretty things, pet."