That look in her eyes as she stares up at him does make him regret doing this here, a little. The things they could do, if they were someplace a little quieter, where they might be less likely to be interrupted...pleasure and pain, both. A slow torment, the kind where neither one of them might crawl back out whole.

He does enjoy making her use her words, though. He likes the way it makes her voice sound, the way she has to struggle against herself, the way her eyes dart away before she drags them back--the half-voiced sob as she pushes back against both her own restraint and his hand, her own touch slow against him. It's fine. He doesn't need much. He just likes to hear it, and to know he's been right all along.

"I'll give you all those things, Mikan-chan," he murmurs in that same, silky voice. "I'll give you everything you want. It can hurt and feel good at the same time. And if you want more, all you have to do is ask me." To use those words again, to tell him exactly what she wants.

It doesn't take a lot of effort to tear her panties the same way he tore the skirt, and he's smiling this time as he does it, letting the fabric fall away as his hands stroke her bare thighs, eventually tightening hard and picking her up, encouraging her to wrap her legs around his waist as he presses her back against the brick wall of the alley. With his oversized coat, chances are no one's even going to be able to tell what it is they're doing, really. Or at least, they won't be able to see, as he rubs against her, breath catching at the feeling.

"Shall I?"

The words are a teasing whisper in her ear. He already knows the answer, of course, but hearing it again is never a bad thing.