Is it the command that makes him shiver and his stomach drop or that word? By now Enver has lost count of how many times he has dropped his eyes out of contact, ceding ground. But he closes his mouth to keep his breath steady.

He knew this was coming. He has to tell himself that. He has to let that bring if not comfort, at least some stability.

And it has been years, nearly a decade of life. Very much beside the point, because even when he has seen fit in the distant past to do this, to fall to his knees and bend lips and tongue and hand to such an undertaking, he was never one to do so from a submissive place. As surely as a spoken command could, he acted with the intent to leave someone begging.

This has none of those undertones, and those feel unwelcome here. He is to see to this with obedience, and the thought of it somehow leaves him feeling more naked than he already is.

So when his lidded gaze slides back up, first to the Bark Urge's belt and the beginnings of all this, then to his eyes, only briefly, to clearly address him, he slips into a state that he hasn't felt in a long time but comes back to him with the frightening clarity of muscle memory he didn't even know he had retained.

(and somewhere very far back in the reaches of his mind, he hoped He heard and felt spited in it)

"Do I have your permission to undress you?"