Mathian watched him impatiently, with great fervor, eagerly awaiting his reaction. Messing with him, ordering him around, throwing him at the mercy of another wolf, it all felt good, too good. He'd hardly felt such thrill before tonight. Sure, it was fun irritating him, but this, now, it was fun tenfold. His eyes trailed off to Theo's crotch, watching his hard-on grow rapidly. As uncomfortable as it felt, it also felt exciting. He wanted to reach out and unbutton his jeans, slide his hand inside and squeeze the life out of him. Thankfully, before he could make that happen, Theo snapped back. Mathian found the tint of red in his cheeks cute and his words ambitious.
He laughed loudly, throwing his head back and then leaning against the counter, gazing up at him with glossed over, drunken eyes. "Didn't expect that, did you?" he spoke in a playful tone of voice, pausing. A thought occurred to him then. He could totally strap him down, butt-naked, and whip his brains out. The idea made him tingle. He closed his eyes briefly, banishing the thought, and letting out a chuckle before turning to him and saying, teasingly, "I let you off easy." He grabbed the bottle and his glass and poured another shot. He handed the glass to Theo and said, "Show me what you can do, wolf."