Azwel laughs. "Oh, is that what they're calling me?" he says. This really seems to tickle him. "I can't say it isn't fitting, but my name is Azwel."

"They call me that because my work involves extracting a very specific kind of energy," he says, not stepping back. His keen eyes have spotted Felih's reactions. "The kind of energy that only comes from sexual release. It's... quite potent, you see," he finishes, lightly drawing a finger along Felih's middle, from the tender spot at his solar plexus to his belly button. "And it's terribly useful."

His gaze travels further down, stopping between Felih's legs. "And I expect I might get rather a lot from you, hm?"