"There we go, I knew you knew how to ask nicely. Good boy." He gets a stronger squeeze as a reward before Wriothesley pulls his hand away, eyes lingering on the marks his fingers left behind. "Let's see what I'm working with."

He rips off Scar's shirt, being none too gentle with his broken arm, and gets started on his pants as well - he might leave those mostly intact so Scar doesn't have to go back to the hub in the nude, but... well, he can decide later. That might be amusing.