"Oh no? Very well." Tarn's thumb rubs a gentle circle over his anterior node.

"And here I thought you would be jumping for the opportunity to finally have me under your control. To have me moaning and wanting beneath your touch..." His tone turns breathy as he gives the node a bit of a cruel flick. His hips shift in his own mess and his optics, although hazy with the effects of the pollen, shine cruelly as he dares Pharma to walk away from him.