Mick hisses at the bite, but he turns his head and offers his neck. As the hands twist further he draws in a sharp breath, the sensations starting to leak in to that territory where they go from painfilled pleasure to just pure pain. But he likes it there, on the edge of what is safe and sane and comfortable. He always has, that is why he turned to fire after all.

He bites his lips together, trying to breathe trough the pain, but Len's words shake him out of it and he tries to meet his Master's eyes.

"Think you can break me that easily?" He smirks as he offers the challenge.