There's a soft power to it. A pull on his stomach stirring something there that's almost always there, but how quickly soft embers ignite when provoked.

He doubts he'll pull a fast one on the other male. He's never really shy about his desires, that's for certain. He does want the other to fuck his mouth and just in case he wasn't aware that was the end goal, Scott makes sure to let it be known by taking that finger that's firmly against his tongue making it a little hard to speak.

"What if I was?" He keeps his words simple, makes it easy, and then when he's done speaking he bites firmly at the thumb in his mouth following the act by suckling on the recently bitten digit, drawing blood there. Making sure he feels it.