Is that what you think, little man? That you can take me.

[His hands clench and release against his thighs, rubbing against the rough fabric of his pants. Why hadn't this place invented something more comfortable than this? How long before spandex would be a thing. Homelander can't wait to get out of the itchy clothes and into something closer to home.

He bares his teeth, eyes flaring, but he stays well away from Amos. Fucking bag of dicks, and his too-hard hands. If only-]

Outside of these bars, you'd be my bitch. And you know what happens to bitches that bites, don't ya?