[It should perhaps go without saying that Ramesses is hardly cognizant of any slip or that she spends any time reeling from the fact she managed it within herself to issue any sort of command to him. His attention is certainly elsewhere for the moment as her magic brings him so close to the edge that he thinks for a moment she intends to make him come without laying a finger on him. Ramesses' eyes squeeze shut and his back arches in anticipation only for her to rob him of release with her curse. The sound he makes morphs from a pleasure-filled groan to a frustrated growl as he's left with little choice but to feel the warm waves of her magic pulse through him.]

[Chariot's words almost don't register to him, but they manage to break through. Ramesses' laugh is breathless, not mocking or doubting her words so much as delighting in this fire that appears to have been lit within her. Golden eyes settle on her once more and although clearly hungry, there is an unspoken challenge within them, too. Her mana beneath his skin may have brought about a sweet ache, but the King of Kings will not yield so easily. If he is to beg, then she is to not merely give him a reason for it, but to make him.]

Is that what you desire? To have me beg...? That is quite the high ambition, Chariot... [Ramesses wills himself to release his hold on the blankets. With one more inhale, he manages to catch his breath again albeit perhaps tenuously. One corner of his lips lifts into a smirk as his hand begins to trail along one of her legs.] Very well. Then do not allow yourself to settle for anything less. Indulge yourself until I surrender myself to you.