Pause. Slowwwwwwly grinning now.
“I’m entitled to that show, you goddamn brat.
Remind me who had you squirming earlier? And begging. I distinctly remember begging.”
He can feel the sweat starting to pool between his shoulder blades and if he’d still had his shirt on he would have tugged at the collar.
“You’re memory must be going old man, ‘cause I don’t remember any begging of any sort. Or squirming.” He’s lying, he totally remembers, and it’s times like these he’s glad you can’t see the blush under the mask.
“As a matter of fact I think I might have you checked into the medical bay or something. Do you feel feverish?” Nervous laughter.