*he hangs his head, chuckling to himself, but he doesn't let Herman see. Bending, he snags the handle of the trumpet case and carries it along with him and he approaches him. Coming to stand within inches of him, he meets that level blue gaze with his own. He pauses, breathing in his breath, slowly measuring him with his eyes.*

You'd be surprised how well I follow your orders.

*with his voice husky, he quirks a brow to underline the word "your".*

In fact, you won't have any trouble out of me, unless you wanted it.

*he cants his head just so, as if indicating that he might kiss him squarely on the mouth.*

And, you might just want it.