That threat made Mike's blood run cold. He was trained to handle a wide array of assault situations. But not sexual. And especially not when he had a seemingly incurable erection. Then again, he doubted even Quantico had a plan for something like that. At the mention of not killing him permanently, his gaze flit to the sarcophagus. How many more times would they go through this?

"And I'm guessing that if I let you do whatever you wanted with me, you'd trust me a lot more." It was getting harder and harder hold on to his cover. He wanted to make it sound like a joke, but too much tension made it's way into his voice.