[Natsume clears his throat to cover the strangled sound he makes hearing the omega talk so bluntly, so flatly about the things he can do. It's clearly rote, routine, matter-of-fact. It's a job.

And most alphas wouldn't care. They'd smell the scent of omega in heat and follow their instincts. It wouldn't matter who or what was taking their knot, as long as something was. That's been the kind of life Natsume has feared ever since presenting, but he's never been so...overwhelmingly tempted towards it.

He exhales slowly, turning around until he's facing Kaito -- or whoever. He sits cross-legged, hands in his lap.] I'm not going to change your mind about all alphas, and I'm not going to try. But if you can be different from most omegas, I can be different too.

Besides, it's my time. I can choose what I want to do with it. [He glances towards the very high heels, arching an eyebrow.] Can you take those off? They look dangerous.

-- and no, I'm not into feet, before you ask.