Felih pouts at first to be nudged away, but then he laughs softly, replying, "You've a point. Let's clean up, then. Maybe a quick rinse? Or a bath, if you'd rather relax..." He does love to dote on his mate, so he favors the latter simply so he can massage his beloved and play with his hair.

He slowly, gingerly, rolls over to get out of bed, hips sore as they usually are after such a rough coupling- but he's glad for it. He's greedy for attention, after all. The glowing flora of the room provide sufficient- if soft- light for them to see by.