[Hearing his friend roll over, Xiao Xingchen reaches to pull his pants back into place. He then repositions his robes and attempts to at least have it cover most of his front, even if he doesn't go as far as to put everything back into place and tie it closed just now. A light sheen of sweat covers his skin, and both he and his clothes will need washing before he can regain his usual sense of propriety. Though... the pleasant thrumming throughout his body makes him not as concerned with that last part as he might be at this moment.

He brushes away some hair clinging to the side of his face, skin still flushed even if his brow and the line of his mouth betray a bit of concern.]

Only through some activities encouraged here...

[Just in case his friend somehow thinks he picked this up before this place.]

Was it really that good? I felt like some sort of... ravenous wild animal.

[While he murmurs, tone particularly self-effacing with that last part, he's more surprised and bewildered where he expected to feel guilty for such ungentlemanly behavior.]