Gael grunted as his head was forced back uncomfortably as he as watched Carlos closely. He bit back a moan as the brush of Carlos' lips sent a shiver down his spine, and his eyes narrowed just a little. The fact that Carlos seemed to doubt him made him want to push the bigger man back against a wall. He might not have the height, strength or build of a trained Club guard- but he had his tricks. One wasn't raised a Spade and not have their tricks.

"Do you really want to test it?" He asked softly, his hands coming up and curling into fists against the fabric of Carlos' uniform. "I might surprise you, Master Club. I am capable, you needn't fear." Nothing, after all, happened without Gael's express desire for it to do so- at least one lover had felt a particularly painful reminder of that.

"Shall we make it a wager?" He asked, one hand releasing Carlos' uniform and slipping up and around the taller man's neck. His fingers slipped into the hair at the nape of the man's neck, knotting in the hair before he returned the favor of a sharp tug- forcing Carlos' head up enough that he could see sharp eyes watching him. "I'll even let you name the stakes."