He can feel himself being reeled along, just like a fucking fish, and with a twinge of amusement he realizes that he's got no urge to fight it, not yet. It wouldn't take a whole lot of effort to steer Neil back towards the rock walls, shove him hard against one and end this little game, and maybe that's where it's headed, since this is only stirring the want in his gut even higher. Blood a little hotter in his veins. He chases Neil's mouth, catches his lips in a quick bite, maybe a little harder than it has to be.

He can play the game too, if it comes to that.