"Hard and loud then, got it." Bull grins at that earlier blush, at the hand on his chest, at the way Eskel watches that hand while he puts it there. Bull moves his own hand from Eskel's bicep to his shoulder, then down to the neckline of his shirt, grabbing it and pulling just a little, enough to tug on it. "I'm guessing you want me to keep your clothes in one piece, though."

He's not saying to make sure so much as he's saying it as a reminder: he could rip it all off of Eskel right now, if he wanted. His other hand, now that he knows Eskel likes it rougher, tightens and he starts to grip Eskel's hair, watching his face for any hint that he should either tighten that grip up or let it go again.