[He was about to say, he'd even started to try and wriggle a bit out of Xenk's grip just so that he could indicate the hat... No reason to do so, the other man turned to allow him to scoop it off the ground without needing to be asked. Back on went the hat, the drow even making the effort not to smack him with the plume as he did so.]

Remember; if I cannot feel it tomorrow, I might just let the experience slip my mind...

[Get rough, he has no intention of repenting shit unless it smarts first.]

I trust you won't let our friendship weaken your resolve... It'll take a firm hand to cause me to reconsider my nefarious actions.

[This is all of course, being said with the drow almost lazily dangling in Xenk's arms, one hand moving to lightly trace up along Xenk's neck, across the edge of his sharp, strong jawline to admire the texture of his beard.]

If you waver, I might just take advantage of it.