[He notices. Perhaps because it is on his mind, but his own observation skills are sharp enough to see Tseng cross his legs — a distinctive movement. And how wrong would it be to halt the conversation, slide to his knees beneath the counter, to offer his mouth as a reprieve? The urge is almost overwhelming.

... But, they're supposed to be having an important discussion, one better had clear-headed and without distraction. He pointedly turns his gaze aside.]

Oh— [lmao Sasuke almost drops his cup when pretty little slut comes out of Tseng's mouth.] Um.

[His face is now a bright shade of pink.]

I... wasn't expecting you to say that. [It's like a sleeper agent phrase for him, I'm afraid.] No— I mean, yes. I enjoy that sort of talk. Degradation. Is that, ah, what you would want to call me? Specifically?