"You wouldn't?" Riddler looks up, smiling at Oswald and dipping his head, the tip of his tongue just barely touching the peak of his nipple. "You wouldn't- what, Oswald? Have let me? Have asked?"

He exhales over the damp skin. "There's no one to hear you but me." Olga sleeps in the servant's quarters and if her snoring doesn't wake her, nothing will.