Noah was pretty bad at self-control. It said a lot about him and his growth of late that he was able to stand being around foreigners, much less make some kind of connection with them. What he was doing here was almost Herculean in comparison. Keeping himself in check was a fun challenge, a good release, proof to himself that he was exactly what he wanted to be and nothing more, nothing less. Control was amazing. He just wasn't very good at it when dealing with other people; keeping his cool when someone else prodded at him just wasn't something he had any practice in. Noah knew Diego would have always have more control than him; it didn't mean he couldn't take it away sometimes.

His grip on the tie tightened, but didn't move or do anything further to Diego. He said he wouldn't make it worse unless Diego obeyed, and he wasn't going to. That was his control. What he did instead was move the tie to his teeth to maintain their current stalemate, his now-free hand moving to run a finger down the length of Diego's chest, ripping the buttons from the shirt as he went. Once he got far enough down, his hand came back up and gripped under his jaw. Forcing Diego's jaw open, he quickly shifted his weight on Diego's stomach to force the air out of him. "All right, let's fight. I'm not going to take your breath, but I'll definitely make you make some noise. How about that?"