He pants shallowly, his body unwound and unguarded as she just stays there, waiting for... what?

She doesn't look OK. Maybe it's the red, smeared around her lips and around his softening, slick erection, but none of this actually looks OK.

Though he's sleepy, he sits up, nudging and tugging at her shoulder.

"It was good," he confirms. "Please get up, Misa."