Azwel

Carefully he curls his arms and legs around Vash, resting his head on the other's back. "Thank you," he murmurs. "That's very kind." He has to ponder the comment about fighting off the machine--the drug hasn't kicked in, yet, but his memory is a little hazy about the time he spent under the control of that device. "I was?" he blithers, "that's good to hear. I don't remember much other than hearing you saying you were in pain. And, y'know, sex should never be painful. Unless one wants it to be, of course. But you didn't sound as though you wanted it to be. Painful, I mean. I... think I remember fighting it. Hmm. I suppose they took on more than they could handle when they tried to control a mind like mine, eh? Too chaotic for them and their computers. Woolly thinking, really. But whatever keeps their decisions warm at night, yes?"

He's rapidly losing coherence, but he seems oddly happy with that fact.