There was a soft exhale for the kiss. He moved his head, slow and languid, until he seemed satisfied by the position and moved no more. He couldn't really have taken proper stock of his body even if he wanted to right then, nerves still on a blissful edge where nothing could hurt. His skin felt soft, or perhaps it was just that everything else was soft and it was hard to tell the difference between what he was feeling and what he was remembering. Being sore from the light electrocution could wait. "Sad it's over," he answered. There should have been a wry twist to the admission, but the most he could manage was a longing laced into the words. It didn't feel over, his heart still beating to the tune of Eli's pulse in his ears.

He gave no fight to Eli removing the items, merely rubbing around one wrist instinctively as if tracing out the lines of where he was bound. Being free didn't feel so bad, either, almost as if he were ready to float away without Eli's presence as anchor. His lips were dry, he realized, as was his mouth and his throat. Of course Eli had noticed. "Yes sir," he answered.