That sound out of Neil's throat and he almost feels on top again, almost feels like he has the upper hand, and then he's being pulled back under a wave of sensation brought by Neil's mouth. It's strange, this sparring. He's not entirely sure where it came from, not quite sure how to play it. It makes him want to twist against it, rankle just a little. He sighs against Neil's mouth and for just a second he gives in a little.

"Asking for something," he mutters.