Azwel smiles a little and lets his eyes fall shut. For a few moments he looks as though he's fallen asleep. But they flick open again and a slight moue of discontent crosses his face for a beat.

"I can't sleep like this," he says, and gives a long, only slightly heated-sounding sigh. "There's still too much of that drug left in me.". He stirs, spine arching for a moment, and gives a soft hum. "But if we do this one more time, nice and slow and easy, it should get the last of it out and we both can sleep.". He reaches a hand up to place it against Vash's neck, then slide it down his chest.

"It can still be good," he whispers.