His hopes aren't very high that the praise is meant for him, but with Irvin still stretching him out, he has other things to worry about than whether he's done a good job. One that isn't even really over yet, as Jade informs him.

He looks up slowly, facing Jade with silent disbelief. Holding himself up like this is too much. How is he supposed to take care of Irvin once they can finally separate? He'd like to take a shower, take care of his own arousal. Perhaps curl up on his futon and let it sink in what he's done.

There'll be a way, he'll figure something out.

"Yes," he says, eventually, and lowers his eyes again.