"Better. Try not to act so apalled after I'm done with you, it's not in the least bit endearing. Still... that's enough for tonight." His hands found her hips, and he helped them roll off of him. He'd enjoyed himself plenty for one night, and sleep was approaching him fast. He didn't let her retreat to her defensive ball, though, and instead eased her against his flank.<br/><br/>Quentin was sprawled out on his back, stretched over most of the large bed though not so thoroughly that Zoey couldn't rest alongside him too. "You've learned a lot today." His musings were directed toward the ceiling, but meant for both himself to think out loud and for her to hear. "You've learned obedience, if not respect, and I hope your talent for oral sex is much improved... You'll have to demonstrate that tomorrow, over breakfast perhaps."<br/><br/>He barely stifled a yawn. "If you wake first, ready your cunt for me. If not, I'll see to it myself." His energy faded and it seemed increasingly likely she'd be allowed to stay. In truth Quentin enjoyed the press of her body. And with that, he faded into a deep and pleasant sleep.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>