He accepts. Pretty much.

"One day," he finally responds. "You let me have whatever I want, do whatever I want, for 24 hours after you return the transceiver." Damn, he drives a hard bargain. "Deal, " you reply. It won't be that bad, especially with the knowledge that Mandy will never trouble you again to warm whatever parts of you Darryl will inevitably fail to please.

"Alright. Good." He seems a little jittery all of a sudden. Is the prospect of fucking you really getting to him that much? Pffft. "Why don't you take a seat," he continues, "While I go look for the transceiver?" He walks over to a big pile of boxes at the far end of the room, and you take his suggestion. You sit down on the couch, facing away from him. It seems to be taking a while, though. His breathing is getting heavier as he searches. He must not have seen the inside of a gym in a long time if moving some cardboard boxes around is getting to him this much...