"With...my mouth?" He asks, not entirely sure if he wants the answer to be yes or no.

He shouldn't want any more. He's tired and aching, and when he shifts so that Professor Rammsteiner slips out of him a little, he's keenly aware of how loose he is. He's had more than enough to last him for a night.

But...he asks that question anyway, instead of going to retrieve his wand and simply cleaning them up in the most efficient way possible.