"Just enough to take a bridle," Huaisang confirms with a little purr in his voice, then presses a few more kisses along Doul's jawline as he's carried. "I find feral very attractive, but I do like to know that I won't be bitten. Well... feel free to bite. You may even leave marks on me, if you like. Just no blood, understand?"

Rumbling happily as he's pinned between Doul and the wall, Huaisang nods permission at once, pointing to the first tie to be undone on his complicated robes, then indicating the next. His people understand discretion and are familiar with Huaisang's whims. They won't be disturbed.