Enjolras will find his ribs and hips very sensitive--ticklish, even; Laertes twitches and laughs at too light a touch. But Laertes enjoys a firm touch anywhere, and if Enjolras should offer pain, Laertes will reward him with pain in kind. Enjolras seems to prefer him fierce rather than sweet, and Laertes is more than happy to scratch a lattice of searing welts into his back. He draws no blood yet ... but he's very conscious that it feels like a yet, and the anticipation of it makes him ache. "Christ has not my allegiance," Laertes says. "Man does, and thou art a fine, fine man."