"Mm." He's too tired to react much beyond a vague noise of acknowledgement when Professor Eichel wipes himself clean instead of waiting for him to service him. He had misread him, hadn't he? He'll do better in the future.

Jade pushes himself up to a sitting position (wincing a little at the feeling of the bedsheets against his sore entrance), frowning a little in thought.

He's tired, but at the same time...

"I'll take him back to his rooms," he offers. He can decide on what to do when they get there.