Oh look who was suddenly cocky again? How confusing was the Doctor lately. It was such a headache to try and keep on top of what he was feeling and being at his mercy was making it twice as confusing. And yes, he was indeed at the Doctor's mercy. Entirely. He'd tried fighting, yelling and persuading so now? Giving up seemed like the plan. He could surrender if he had to. He just would prefer not to admit that he had. A little yelp escaped at the flick and he earned to slap the Doctor in return of that, even if his arms were held above his head and he currently didn't want the Doctor to stop anything. The pace was punishing and he wanted to be able to express his desire as loud as possible.

But then that'd be telling, wouldn't it? With a frown he tried to think through the thick foggy haze of arousal, finding it a little harder than he would of like. "What? I -- What?!"