In this particular field, Nida intended proper prep, especially now that he could see what Bull had for him. Without magic to fix him up after, there has to be a bit of combination between as rough as he wants to have it, and what he can handle to keep himself useful. The firm grip on his hip is more than enough for right now.

"Please," he says, his voice holding as much of a smirk as his lips. "I need another."