The highblood lets out a huff through his nose, growling at the suggestion. He wars with himself for a second, deciding whether it'd be in his best interest to have this shitblood on top of him or not. But at this point, whether Summoner is below him or not, it really makes no difference. He would find a way to make things difficult regardless, aside from the fact that maybe, yes, he COULD crush him in this position. And the highblood would gain little from it. Crushing things to death without meaning to is possibly the lamest thing.

"Ruin it for you, but maybe make it motherfucking better for me," he snickers, despite his reluctant actions to move off of him. "I sure had no motherfucking complaints about it before." A suggestive tone, strongly hinting at when Summoner had died and he had taken custody of the body.