( another laugh--this time, it's muffled around the lip of a glass, as he swallows down a mouthful of whiskey. )

I'd like it known to the court that uh, you used the word 'slut', not me.

( he says it loudly, loftily, as though someone else is listening in, both arms raised up as though in surrender. )

Ribbons and shit then. A pretty little collar. I'll even let you tap out when it gets too much. ( a soft breath through his nose, bemused. ) Let you get away without begging, if you get close and wanna come. That good enough?