He watches the former Baneite fuck himself to such sordid conclusion that he doesn't even look down as he feels the warmth of his spend sprinkle over his stomach. Instead, it wouldn't be completely remiss to read the expression that surfaces as something bordering on infatuation. As though a child is still taking delight in finding out all the things his new toy can do.

Or perhaps Gortash is too wrapped up in his own climax to notice those hungry eyes boring into his face. The expression is there one moment and gone after a few more. Lost to the way his plaything gasps and deciding to not give him a moment to breathe again. Metaphorically, for now.

"Clean your surrender from me," he says, voice low and dangerous simply because he is issuing an order and doesn't brook rejection.