Purple-shaded eyes certainly linger on the sprawled Duke's form. In sharp contrast, Neuvillette likes to leave little love marks in the form of vivid black and purple hickeys. He's left his own fair share of marks on his lover in places that no one else will ever be able to see. There are bruises from gripping his thighs, hips, and waist a bit too harshly in the throes of passion and he finds himself aroused by the aftermath. They both look thoroughly ravished. Even Neuvillette's pristinely kept two-tone silver and blue hair is untidy and sticking up in odd places.

"Very well." He leans over the prone form to share a brief kiss before slipping out of the bed. He rolls out of bed smoothly and fluidly, just as one would expect from the hydro-dragon. Ignoring the slick sensation of so much seed left deep within him heeding the call of gravity. One would think they hadn't spent the past twenty-four hours fucking each other to the brink of exhaustion.

"Changing the bed sheets does not guarantee we won't sully them again."

The Duke gets the distinct pleasure of watching the Chief Justice stride confidently through the adjoining bathroom door. His body is a work of art, so very pale that he could be mistaken for a chiseled marble statue. A few minutes later the sound of running water can be heard from the shower as steam starts to build up.