[Idia splutters for several moments before being able to form actual words.] I didn't ask or force you to do that! You chose to! Why do you get to make the rules about this?! [This is such a downer...

...even if Idia is so tempted to keep going. To just give in and... go for it. But what if he does?! Floyd will just assume he can get away with this any time then! But... he's feeling really good... and was really enjoying the show... and... ehhh...

OK. OK! But with one requirement,] Fine, but don't you pull some sneaky shit like... cutting feed just before I'm about to cum or something. Just 'cause you're trapped don't mean gotta take your frustrations out on me, got it? [...then another dilemma, Idia muttering,] I donno what to pick...