That little laugh is so sexy. Hnnngh. Normally, it would annoy Lalo to be laughed at like that, but right now, that tiny twinge of irritation inside him only makes this hotter.

For reasons that have more to do with self-preservation than pride, Lalo has never done this before. Had someone in charge of him like this before. He's wondered what it might be like, sure, when he was the one in charge and had someone handcuffed to his headboard or moaning underneath him, but actually trying to find out for himself seemed like a good way to get killed while he was tied up.

And, okay, sure, maybe there's some pride there too. What would people think if they knew someone had Lalo Salamanca in such a compromising position?

But Chloe has had ample opportunity to hurt him. If she wanted to kill him, she easily could've just snapped his neck when he was sleeping in her lap. But she didn't. And she's seen him in much more embarrassing situations than this.

And everything about her urges him to be a good boy. The praise. The soft, 'look at you'. It ignites something primal inside of him. The knowing look makes him want to squirm a little but - grateful she's not saying anything outright - he resists the urge, and stays standing where he is.

Lalo smiles faintly, and answers honestly, of course after deliberately taking his sweet-ass time: "Si, Miss Chloe."

There's a slight reddish hue, barely noticeable, on the shells of his ears.