Drek's muscular chest heaved as his breaths were quite solid by comparison to the witches. They lingered longer and felt hotter, as though crossing a fire within his mouth. "Th-that...was incredible!" He managed between breaths. Lucille may have been putty in his hands moments earlier, but the glaze over Drek's eyes suggested his mind now belonged to her. His lungs finally up to speed, Drek leaned back to examine his handi-work. His face mixed with shock and reviere, a toothy grin claimed him. "There's more where that came from..." His steadily softening member still plugged some of the excess. Excess which spilled forth and dribbled into the rest that had already gathered on the floor. "I'll send for a cleaning crew..." He padded twords the door. "later." He opened the door a crack briefly, his arm darting out. It returned with two glasses of a sapphire blue liquid that gave off a soft glow.