[That cocky defiance is on hold while that hand is at his cock, hissing a breath through his teeth as even the act of holding him has his heart rate quickening, more so out of concern for his own self preservation than any kind of arousal. Oh, sure, he didn't mind some rough and tumble, but this was far beyond a bit of heavy petting.]

C'mon, if you want dog, I-... [The slightest hesitation as he weighs up his options, ever trying for compromises like the lawyer and con artist he is.] I can do dog. I'll bark, sit and roll over all you want, okay? But... people don't fuck dogs.

[Decidedly not pitching forward, especially not with that hand still at his backside. So maybe there is still some of that cocky defiance lingering in the form of resistance.]