Burr's mere presence is a tease -- and those words are a worse one. He realizes he's holding his breath, while Burr speaks, the better to savor every filthy word.

"Oh." -- on a soft exhale. He finds each of those images undeniably appealing. "Do you think you could take both? Would you like it?" His voice is a little breathless. "It can be... uncomfortable, to take a knot anally, without careful preparation, but perhaps your body is more accommodating than mi--" He stops himself, a reflexive caution. Burr just said that he would like to see Hamilton knotted, and surely he would not disapprove if he knew Hamilton had done so in the past. "Than mine has been," he finishes, his heart going quicker for a slightly different, more nervous reason.

"Indeed, perhaps we could indulge you," he says, carefully, "as, before you returned to New York -- oh," and he cannot, not without some further reassurance. "You will not say anything, will you? If this were known, my career, and this man's, would be the least of what is on at risk."