Semantics. [Hector huffs, settling himself more comfortably in the cocoon of blankets.] 'Begged to be fucked by you,' then. To the detriment of my work and studies.

[He's in a fine mood, made bleary by sleepiness. Isaac has a free pass from wrong-doing for at least a few hours in Hector's reckoning. That orgasm had shaken him.]

I think much has changed, for us to be here. Did it work? Are you more relaxed?

[Hector is, though that was not the goal. Isaac isn't lying down, but at least he hasn't risen to leave yet. That must mean something.]