Carrick watched idly as Samandriel rearranged his clothing. He himself was still hard, but he could be patient until he was home, where he was sure Grace would tend to him. He got to his feet, advancing slowly on the slave and reaching out with one hand to tilt Samandriel's face up to his. He pressed a light, almost careless kiss to the unresisting lips. "Until next time, little eromenos."