[He lets out his breath in a faint laugh.] ...You wound me.

[Brushing off the fact that something has been asked of him, he straightens and closes the distance between them in a few deliberate steps.]

Is this not enough? [He cocks his head, his tone more playful than biting.] ...Would you have me shift the entirety of my home a foot to the left? [Pausing at length, he begins to circle Spock wolfishly, slowly and calculatingly, eying him with critical appraisal. And then comes a conspiratorial whisper teasing the shell of his ear. Low and husky, the sort meant to lay secrets bare and make a man - or woman - come undone.]

Do I offend? ...You needn’t be afraid to say it.