The man is watching him with an intensity that has not diminished, smirk reforming just for a moment when he sees that flicker of hesitation - but no admonishment. Not for the moment. Perhaps Devero has gotten off...

"That's enough for now," he declares, crossing his leg over the other. "As much as I will be finding better uses for your mouth, later, I think your voice needs training, first - go to the dresser, there." A nod. "Top right drawer. Select an item, and bring it back to me - let's see what your 'discerning autonomy' is all about."

In said drawer, clean and polished and laying on red silk, are...well. No use mincing words; devices clearly made to induce pain.