[Sherlock looks off to the side and narrows his eyes in mock thought.]
Hm. I believe away from you. Mostly.
[Her desire is clashing with his strains of resistance, even as he yields to her pushing him down. Sherlock still squirms, straightening his bound legs as best he can and shifting so that the hands behind his back weren't crushed under both of them. He seethes when she grabs his chin, but looks up at her defiantly even as she dresses him down with her eyes.]
Then you know the marriage tableaux won't make me tell you anything.
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Hm. I believe away from you. Mostly.
[Her desire is clashing with his strains of resistance, even as he yields to her pushing him down. Sherlock still squirms, straightening his bound legs as best he can and shifting so that the hands behind his back weren't crushed under both of them. He seethes when she grabs his chin, but looks up at her defiantly even as she dresses him down with her eyes.]
Then you know the marriage tableaux won't make me tell you anything.