Sherlock growled. "Did I tell you that you could look up at me?" Sherlock half kicked and half pushed John with his foot, where his legs were bunched up underneath him, where he was kneeling. It was hard enough to knock him over again.

"It's a shame." He said, pacing around John, keeping a foot on him so he couldn't get back up. "You were very promising. But I see that you have a defiant streak in you. I won't stand for that." He put a little pressure on John, but not enough to really hurt him.

"And a double shame that you will not submit to having an owner. I could give you everything that you desire, and all you would need to do, would be to be ready for me when I need you."

He lifted his foot away, so John could get up. "Get out. I don't want to see you again. Unless you change your mind, of course." he almost purred the last sentence.