Burr's skin burns too, at Hamilton's words. Yes, he wants to take it. He wants Hamilton to punish him, to do the things he pays whores to do. Never quite satisfying, from them. But from Hamilton, for Hamilton--

"Yes," Burr breathes, pupils dilated. "Yes, you should punish me. What's to stop me from doing it again? From bending over some whore's bed, if you can't control your mate? I've been very bad, Alexander, and they've had me in all sorts of ways." And he's clutching on now, pulling them back towards the little guest bed. Oh, he hopes they're loud enough to disturb Hosack.

"I let them inside me, and I let them hit me, and I even fucked a few of them, came inside them. What are you going to do?"