Ninon moves to sit beside him, leaning back against the ornate headboard of her bed, seemingly unimpressed with his dramatics. While he can sympathize with her position, he still feels like he is fully validated in all his moaning and carrying on, but now that the initial surge of utter mortification has abated somewhat, he forces himself to think more rationally about this whole thing and pushes aside the urge to curl up and hide and instead rolls onto his side so that he can put his hand on her thigh and look up at her.

"Yes, but..." But not for the reason she apparently thinks. He reaches for her hand and lifts it to his lips to kiss her fingers, somehow shocked that he can smell her on them even though he had watched her touch herself with them not five minutes ago. Even though he has just orgasmed, the smell of her so close has a little frisson of want curling through him. Perhaps she was right about it only taking a few minutes before they can try again.

"You were magnificent. It is I who was the disappointment."