He held his breath as the man pulled out, then eased him into a more natural position, sharp twinges reminding him of the hard ridding he’d had. He relaxed once he stopped moving, turning his head to look at the chuckling man.<br/><br/>He couldn’t help but smile at Master Ryan’s comments. “It really couldn’t be called ‘abstinence’ if I had been up someone’s skirt every other day,” he said his voice rasping. He swallowed and cleared his throat, which helped a little. “You are right. Shamefully unfit.” His hands moved a little against the belts, not much. “I have no doubt that under your... expert care... that I could regain some of my former condition.”<br/><br/>He watched Master Ryan lick his fingers clean of Atticus’ spent seed, and he groaned softly. The question made his blink then bite his damaged lower lip for a moment before saying in a voice so low it rumbled, “Oh yes, quite a bit.” He sounded very pleased about it.<br/>