[It seemed like a small victory to force Steve to stop trying to get dressed to leave. However, that victory seemed momentarily short-lived with the rough jerk on his hair, and he wasn't certain if anything tore. His scalp was hardy, but yeah, not after all the shit he had been put through in the building collapse. He thoroughly enjoyed the furious look all the same, even with his eyes watering a bit from pain.]

And how is it supposed to be with you? Mercenary style for twenty years with paper-bags over our heads? Come on... it's fun to test the limits. Besides, I didn't hurt you, did I?

[Now that Steve had stopped moving, one hand shifted to see if the man still had a raging hard-on to stroke.]