Harvey looked at him, grinning. "What's that for? Miss the candles already?" he asked teasingly, giving the other's balls a hearty slap. Perhaps he should let the other cum. See if he could manage it with Dannica wrapped around his neck. Not tightly, just present.

"Na, no," He whimpered, his face bright red now. "I hate the candles."

(When I meantioned truth serum, I was thinking you do that, then use it to have him tell humilating stories about his life, then using a marker to remind him of his humilations)

(Oh, okay. Defs can do that.)

Harvey shook his head. "Seems the truth serum can't stop you from lying to yourself," he commented. He was just doing that to get at Dick, really. "I'm bored now. Entertain me," he commanded, fully aware that he came of petulant. "What are some of your embarrassing stories?"

"There's the time I wet the bed, the time I fell from a trappeze during a show, that time I volunteered to be the clown's screw, (A screw is the butt of the joke) and the time my hair was dyed blond."

"Wet the bed, huh? And how old were you when that happened?" he said, taking all that in. He was pretty sure he knew what the other meant by a screw. Now blond... that one seemed a bit strange. Funny, because his complexion didn't make him look like he'd be a good blond at all. Harvey'd have to ask about these.

"I was ten years old. I don't know what happened, I woke up one day in a puddle of my own piss," He admited, his face bright red.

Harvey chuckled at that. He brought out a pen, looking for a good spot on the other's body. He selected the upper thigh, right under the left hip bone. "And being blond? What's the story for that one?" he asked, writing 'bed-wetter' in clear, blocked letters.

He turned red when he did that, embarrased. But he had to answer, so he said, "My so called friend decided to prank me one night, by sneaking in my room and dying my hair platinum blond. It looked so bad, and took forever to disappear."

Harvey cackled at that. "And you slept through it? You must be a heavy sleeper. Good to know, I can work with that," he grinned. Moving up the other's body he selected a spot above the right pectoral. There he marked the other with 'blondie'. "It must've looked horrible during shows. Speaking of, you fell during one? How did that happen?" He was being almost conversational, picking up another candle, a bright yellow this time. He let the large pool of wax it'd created drip all down the other's chest.

"Argh," He whimpered quietly at the wax, fluttering his eyes. "Someone greased the pole," He said flatly, "Luckily there was a safety net below or I wouldn't be here," He said bright red.