At least... I fulfilled my duty... [He's somehow still full of energy, but also so tired. Sherwood grunts as she lifts away from him, shuddering at the loss of so much sticky heat and left only with the stickiness. Being used to his druid robes, sweating through his clothes is a feeling he hasn't experienced in a long while and he hates all over again. The man is rather fussy about not being unpresentable or dirty for longer than needs be. This is definitely not dignified, smelling of sex and exertion, clothing all crumpled up...

And his first priority is pick his stray glove off the floor and putting it back on. He'll tuck his cock away second.]

I'm done for the day, I need a bath and fresh clothes. You're free to go, as well. [wasn't that what this was all about, after all?]

I hope to see you again. [for both obvious and not-so-obvious reasons]