A wince and sigh was all the fight Mac put up as far as the bite went. He was getting to that point, that zone, where all that mattered was pleasure. The pain was all part of it, part and parcel in a relationship with Uldren. The elf's question drew his attention back enough for him to smile, shaking his head slowly.

"No. Not if it really, really isn't what you want. He'd do some things, but he's not...he's not evil, Ilormael. He's wicked, but he's no less a hero to his people than I am. We're maybe unusual as a pair and our preferences lend themselves to deviance, sure. But...what are you gonna do?" he asked, shrugging with a crooked smile. "It's love."

That was the truth of it. They were crooked pins, but together, they matched up. They fit. Where the rest of the world fit into their lives was questionable, but for the moment they were looking to make a little space for someone else.

"If you want him to, he will though. He doesn't hold back. But it doesn't have to be like that. I'm not like that. He likes being hurt, too, but I don't like doing it, personally. I do it because he likes it. As for what you'd be doing? Well...what would you wanna do, I guess is the real question. Watch? Participate? Are you looking to try? You can ask him questions, too, you know? I'll translate. Honestly, at this point I think he and I are all in and we're just waiting on you."