Being able to only hum in agreement he is wrapped around his lover tightly as if holding on for dear life, thought to be fair it is rather like that in the moment. Dancing around that peak for what feels like forever, wanting to come while holding on to that last slither of resolve as he waits for Hythlodaeus to break the spell means it is quite literally the only thing in the world he is thinking about right now and the Synchrony does not hide it.

Finally the spell is unmade and the after-effects are almost immediate. One good thrust forward is all it takes before he comes, his lover's name barely leaving his lips before the intensity of it takes over and he can do nothing but to succumb to it, riding it out until, eventually, his mind actually begins to work again.

Effectively flopping back down on the bed all he can manage in those first few moments is to just breathe and enjoy both the manna and the well deserved satisfaction.

"Where have you been learning things like that?" He asks, still pretty breathless from their activities. "Or could you always do it?"