He was staring directly into Rhys's eyes, and needless to say...it was a bit terrifying. Cyrus swallowed roughly, trying to search for the right words to say. But he was a bit mesmerized. Despite how fearsome Rhys's eyes seemed to be at this moment, they were really rather lovely. But that would be a thought Cyrus would keep to himself. His lips parted as he stifled another groan from Rhys, but he managed to croak out a few choice words, very softly.

"I-I want t-to..." he paused, trying to rationalize with himself whether or not he really wanted this.

And then he figured he'd gone about eight years without sex, he was long overdue.

"I-I would like to sleep with you."

A pause, the phrase seeming to end very abruptly.

"Sir."