The haze of exhausted afterglow is finally pierced when the Dark Urge withdraws from him. There is something akin to a sound of objection mixed with relief -- he doesn't think more than one round in this position is feasible. And then he's being put back together, and comfort courses through his joints as he is finally able to fall into a more relaxed stance (and good luck that he did not simply collapse altogether). It's an odd sensation, to feel himself gently tucked away, his clothing pulled back on him and some decency restored.

At last he's turned away from the wall and steadied (he would definitely have lost his footing otherwise), and the bhaalspawn's eyes pierce through the dim light of the corridor.

He lets out a sigh less tremulous than before. "Only too happy to."

But he doesn't step away, instead taking a moment to straighten the Dark Urge's robes, smooth away wrinkles, reach up and adjust his mask so that it sits perfectly straight on his face. A handkerchief dots away a spot of sweat at his brow, and then with the backs of his knuckles brushing his chin, he presses forward, not too insistently, coming up again on his toes.

The kiss is a chaste goodbye rather than an insistence that he stay.

"Should you require further...attending to later. I will be back in my office in a few hours."