[Regifortis]

Tobias smiled almost obnoxiously at his King's incredulity. A sinful mouth; Tobias wished he had a way to record his King's sayings like the canvases around the room. "I didn't get much attention in my old life, if you get my meaning, so I gave it to myself. It's not the first time I've worked my way around a peter. No, sir. O-Oh, right, that's another word for this," Tobias added, holding Darius' cock between his right hand's index finger and thumb for explanation. "It just gets confusing when men called Peter hear it used. I don't know why that word came about, but I heard it enough to remember it."

He took a deep breath. "...I don't think anything you could do with me would really be 'forcing' me to do something. I love just being with you. I love worshiping you, and you me," he added with a pat to his now slightly sloshing stomach. "But the fact that you thought of me so kind like, even when you were ready to blow...that's precious, my King. I'll treasure your resolve to only honor me. A-And I didn't mean to make you nervous, really! Just know that I took you into my mouth of my own free will. And I worked to bring you a strong climax of my own free will. You know my thoughts; you know my soul; but perhaps you can't know all of it...I'll be clearer next time."

Tobias burped. "Now about this machine you mentioned...?"