[ His vision is clearing enough to take Sylvain in, and it sends a wholly other shiver through him to be looked at like that, approving and still hungry, but in a deeper, slower way. A way that says he's going to be pursued again. He isn't...entirely sure how he feels about that, past it sending a final throb through his slackening cock. ]

I fear I'm thoroughly spent my -- sir. [ He says it apologetically, before his brain catches up that he's being teased, and so he attempts a weak smile. The hand on his thigh was ... affectionate, not an attempt to use him further, and that was difficult for his mind to accept.

He isn't sure if the lead's magic still works, or it's simply Sylvain's charm, but he does manage to make himself say [ ] Was the experience satisfactory enough that you'll be keeping me? [ His heart skips. He knows it was, but asking is something else entirely.

Being kept is something else entirely. ]