[Well this is...something. Julian's singular gaze moves from one to the other of them and back again, blinks down at them both. Hesitation finds him for just a moment in the wake of that teasing command, and he swallows thickly, throat feeling dry as bone. His heart skips one hard beat, and there's a feeling in him then, something tangled and complicated but bright, not unpleasant. A swift undercurrent of anticipatory longing.]

I, um...

[He stumbles awkwardly over his words as he sinks down smoothly to the ground, kneeling for them, head very slightly bowed, more to conceal his visage than from an act of supplication. His face feels furnace hot, like the room could catch alight simply from having him in it. He lowers his gaze down to the bare boards, the grain of which seems to have become - suddenly - very interesting.]

...I don't stand much of a chance if you're going to gang up on me like this, do I? But, that is to say, I suppose I was er, quite keen. I like to be useful. But um, it's not as though there was nothing in it for me. When there's the promise of pain involved, you'll always find me willing.