I get the distinctive feeling I should argue against part of that, but I don't really want to.

[Once more Regis gives into Nyx's insistence, letting the Glaive do has he wishes, groaning contentedly into the kiss when it comes, settling his head on his shoulder once it ends.]

No, you've done a very pleasantly thorough job.

[His voice is soft as sleepiness starts to sneak its way in.]

Now come to bed so I can fall asleep on you.