Damn it, he was so fucking close. Stupid coffee table. He wanted to not do it, he wanted to just do the opposite - just throw food at him and walk out. But he couldn't. And Nathan had never been in a situation where he had no control before. He never listened to what people told him, that was part of his charm!

He put the food in the fridge, closed the door and walked back into the living room. He shed his clothes into an ungraceful heap as he did so. He looked at Barty, his eyes full of doubt and uncertainty. And yeah, a little fear too.

Once his clothes were off, he lay down on the coffee table, staying still as ordered. "... What are you doing now?"