Azwel just keeps surprising Felih more and more. His ramblings would read as mad from tone alone, but his logic is sound, and he's almost... well, okay, he's actually really impressed that the man had somehow managed to collect and harness some manner of energy like this. It was certainly ground-breaking, and by looking into the more obscene and unconventional, he's done something incredible. The primal part of him is infuriated to be trapped like this, the researcher part of him is... intrigued. Curious. Wanting to see just how this works- and he's reluctant to admit it, far too proud, still mortified to be teased like this.

Each touch sends tingles rippling through his body, cock twitching now and then- and after more teasing touches, pre starts to bead at the tip of him and then trail down, dripping along the thick, dark pink shaft and barbs.

At least the orb pressed to his forehead distracts him from his embarrassing and obvious arousal- he instead focuses on it, surprised to find how it reacts to him- and Azwel's whispers are sensual and low, murmuring soft, and it's sending more shivers down his spine.

Damn it all. Felih loves a clever mind.

"...does- does this collection not... harm the source?" he asks, ears drooping a little, tail still fluffed up in mild alarm.