[Both the words you speak and the way that you say them go right through his heart, and end up reminding him, painfully and perfectly, how difficult it's been to not have you like this, or be with you in this way. Maybe it's a little terrible, just how much he needs you right now. He can dwell on that later --

-- or he could learn, for once, to take it as it is.

The sound of his own breathing sounds way too loud to his ears, just like the hammering of his heart in his chest. He swallows in a bid for calm and an attempt to quell the dryness in his throat, shuts his eyes for longer than a blink, and finally looks up at you.]

That goes both ways. [Because the Wolf of Zangyaku existed for Zangyaku just as much as his oni-tsukai existed for him.] And the lot of you took me down two days ago. I'm at your disposal.

[Then, softly because it's hard to talk over the emotions stopping up his throat and the lingering concern that breadth of his need for you will end up scaring you away:]

I want to be at your disposal tonight.

[Because you've always been so damned good at getting him to slow down, sit still, and see things for what they actually were instead of seeing them through the lens of his anger, his hurt, or his regret.]