He hums, pleased, and his hand loosens to explore, sliding up Satine's neck to her lovely jaw, his thumb sliding over the plush of her lips, watching how they part for him.

"How sweet you can be when you want to," he murmurs, contemplative as he slowly forces his thumb into her mouth, forcing her to accommodate him.

"It doesn't matter what your other demands might be here," he continues, pressing down on her tongue as if to keep it in check. "I own you, Satine. Every part of you. Your time included. This whole gaudy establishment is mine, don't you remember? You live to please me. Are we clear?"