A cage. A collar. Maybe just put you in a bed and make you shake apart until you can't think to move. [John matches Harry, and the island is not so big that doing so doesn't put him right in Harry's space. He puts a hand on Harry's face, letting it trace the bow of his lips, then the rough edge of his chin. It's fast when his fingers slide into the dark hair. His fingers tighten, his thumb rests lightly on the soft skin under Harry's eye, and John leans in to whisper in Harry's ear.] Maybe I could put you in the panic room's circle and see you climb the walls before breaking it from the inside. I'll let you destroy it if I can watch.

[Christ, but he is touched in the head. This is news to nobody though. His lips are against Harry's ear, kissing the curve of it, then the pulse point just underneath. He can feel the wizard's heartbeat and hums against it.]

[After lingering for a moment, John sits back, letting go of Harry and shaking the few threads of hair he managed to liberate from him. Then, another blackberry.] Well then. If that doesn't scare you off, no one can tell me I haven't gotten your completely informed consent on the matter.

[He gets up, off the stool, and stands next to Harry, waiting.] You helped me vanquish a dryad tonight, Warden Dresden. [He offers his hand.] Allow me to repay you in whatever manner you'd like.