He glares over his shoulder and then thinks better of it, knowing the potion makes him overwhelmed and sloppy. He drops his head back down but says, "Requests are not the same thing as having a say." Then he lets his head drop down further, until his forehead presses against the duvet, muffling his voice. "Is it really so much to ask? That of the dozens of times you bed me in a month I sometimes am allowed a softer bedding, without kinky games or orders?"