Scratching the back of his head, he glances down at his bruised thighs. "Eh, for all that he complained about me being 'impure,' he didn't mind so much when I sucked him off. Apparently wasn't good enough to let me go, but good enough that he didn't do anything like that." He shrugs. At least he had tried a non-violent approach first, even if it didn't work out as planned. It just turned out that convincing a trafficker to let his goods go was a bit more difficult than offering a slack jaw.

"I don't feel damaged now." The opposite, somehow. And it's not just that the undercurrent of pain distracts him from his own thoughts. He's calm, but his head isn't foggy like after coming down from a mind-numbing orgasm. Rather like a foul tooth finally being gone, taking the ache with it as well. Though hesitant, he leans onto Jade eventually. If he's free for the rest of the night, then this must be fine, too?