[Well. He has to admit the man has a point. He's burned people alive before, sometimes even by accident, so he's got no grounds to deny the danger of startling him any more.

With a huff, he gingerly settles himself properly on Ragnar's lap, slipping his hands loosely around the man's neck.]

Here I had you pegged for another fucking numbskull Viking... [He grumbles, still not meeting his eyes.] Fine, I want... [His fingers tense a bit, and his face actually manages to turn red as he imagines what used to get him off when he accepted bottoming. Past the blowjobs he gives to get out of trouble, which already make his skin crawl enough but are a palpable alternative to death.] ...I want you to stop talking about this and just pin me down and fuck me. And stop trying to cater to my fucking feelings. I don't care- I don't care if it feels good, I just want to feel something before I start thinking too hard, and lose my fucking mind, alright?