Just as before, when he has Gortash on his knees, there's expectation in his gaze. Heavy in a way that sets out what the next handful of hours will contain. The name of the oil isn't something he needs to consider as he calls out to the guards to find some and bring it. The detail doesn't matter to him behind upholding his side of this bargain.

And then his thumb traces over Gortash's lower lip, thumb hooking into his mouth to open his jaw. His gaze is fixed, pale eyes raptly attentive as it drinks in the sight of the mouth he plans to take pleasure from before he thinks about using the human in other ways. As unsurprising as it would likely be for a bhaalist to go back on their word, he at least intends to keep to this, for now.

"Service me until the oil is brought to us."