Nikolai's expression relaxed at the change in conversation, but his cutting blue eyes never left Angelo's face. "Because I wanted you."
Angelo's eyes widened, and then he dropped his gaze, unable to keep looking at Nikolai. Of all the explanations he had thought he would get, he had not considered this.
He tried to remain calm, but his flushed face gave him away, transported to the endless hours of his heat. "You can do what you like, as long as it doesn't hurt." He mumbled, still averting his gaze.
Nikolai studied him intently, the assassin always gave him free rein to though whatever he wanted. It was really nice, don't get him wrong, because he knew that anyone else would get a knife in between their ribs.
He just wanted Angelo to make more demands, to want more. "And what do you want?"