Liam didn't answer. His lips pressed into a thin line and he let out a harsh sigh, forced through his nose. The sort of sound he made when Mike was being more difficult than he had the words to express. A sudden shift to a gear that should have made everything grid to a halt, but not for Liam. And he did it again, even more exasperated, when Mike seemed so very lost on the bed.

Liam followed, stepping up behind him and slamming his hand against the man's shoulder. Gripping it tight, he pushed him face-first onto the bed.

"The lesson," he said, his voice tense, "Is that you need to do as your told. You need to use your head." He pressed harder, knowing full well how difficult it would be to breathe with his face pressed to the sheets. "That you need to listen, Mikey."