Despite the movement around him and the feeling that he's been fucked open, twice in quick succession, Heine is drifting off. In his mind there's nothing to keep him in the present or focused now that he's been left alone on the bed.

Eichel cleans up as well, only looking over Heine and running his hand up to cradle his jaw before joining Jade at the table. The room smells too much like sex even under the familiar scent of tea, but he ignores it. After two cups are poured he takes a small sip before relaxing back in his chair, almost sprawling.

"You're doing well," he remarks casually. "Good control. Have you had to exert any particular effort?"