What he wants is to not be pushed into admitting how much this forcefulness and growling claim from earlier makes his nerves tingle with anticipation. Hr shouldn’t like such forcefulness, should he, given how much it chafes on how little choice he has here. But admitting the other things he wants might be even worse. Marvolo knows the things his consort likes during the types of sex that he, himself, prefers, and Harry cannot see tonight being a good night to ask for a different type of sex.