He slipped away from the woman after his peak hit him (most likely caused by the sensation of being watched by the man with his face) and paid her with a large denomination which he pulled from a billfold, slapping her ass as she slipped away with a grin, "More wine, and something from the private collection near the cigars, if you would please," he called after her, and she gave him a sweet smile as she went to get those things.
He buttoned his pants back up and sprawled out, lighting another cigarette as he kept a casual gaze on Damon and the whore. "There's fine pleasures that you've neglected, I'd figure. Food's one of the finest vices there could be. And drink. And heaven only knows how anything else would affect a man of your... particular composition's body."