[ dick sure is getting manhandled right now, though he lets it happen with a mostly bemused look ]

Yes, chef. [ he grins a bit, the little shit ] Though I can't promise anything on that last one depending on how good this gets. Can't control feelings.

[ it's a joke, obviously, and dick doesn't bother giving any of his own rules-- most of his big hard nos are things he assumes most people wouldn't do without asking. or, in one case, most people know because he loudly said it while being broadcasted by an intercom. ]