[He almost sobs at the change, too out of it even for shame or embarrassment at his current state to register deeply.

He looks up at the man, head kind of leaned on his own arms. This position is exhausting to be in for three hours without the added torturous arousal, and he's really very out of it.

But he still realizes, registers somewhere, that this person is looking at him with cruelty, and it scares him. He's mad, at his own situation and at this smiling man, but he doesn't have any of the coherence to pull together a reply.]