He shakes his head, lets his legs fall even further open, rocking against the skillfully trained touch of the tengu's hand. Stiva had come to him already well-versed in the bedroom arts, but time and Justin's own training had left their mark even deeper, ingraining Justin's personal tastes and preferences into every gesture and motion.

"Not tonight, little bird," he shakes his head, and then his own hand reaches down, tugs the inadequate knot holding fine silk just barely together, then lets the panels fall open gracefully, revealing his bare body, slender and fine, skin flawlessly smooth and pale, his illusory form that of an untouched virgin from some noble family, hands and feet soft and unblemished with the slightest trace of real work. "You haven't finished examining my work," he pouts deliberately, coquettish and teasing, but his eyes are glittering with avarice and anticipation. "I expect you to partake of everything I give you."