"Thank you.."
Ansel nodded and left the bathroom, heading to his own private room to take a shower and have a change of clothes not before tapping the intercom button for his assistant to bring a new set of clothes for Lance.
Lance took his time under the shower, letting the warm water run down his back as he tried to scrub his brain back into order.
His legs were still weak, his body still reacting, still tingling in places he didn't want to acknowledge too loudly.
He washed carefully, he had to, if anything was left inside him he could definitely get sick.
He tried not to think about the reason he had to clean so thoroughly, but it was pointless.
His body remembered every single thing.
He felt it down to his bones, like Ansel had rewired his entire system.
"Damn…" he muttered to himself, leaning one hand against the tiled wall.
He wasn't going to brag, but… Ansel was good.
Unsettlingly good.
