[ Samatoki stays silent for a good few seconds, mulling over the recent happenings once his brain's finally started working again. It feels warm, and he slowly pulls out of her before setting her down on the floor, feet planted safely. His breathing is still heavy, because even though it was just a few minutes, there was still a considerable amount of physical effort. Not to mention, his arms feel a little sore. He needs to stretch.

And he needs to clean up the floor. His kitchen's dirty with their fluids and Samatoki just kind of laughs at it. Laughs at them. ]

You've only seen the kitchen and the living room. [ Because he can still go for more if she's up for it later on.

A puff of a laugh escapes him and he fixes her hair, tucking a part of it behind her ear. ]

Not to think you're weak or anything, but you wanna sit down for a bit? [ He'd be one for pillow talk, but he's more into sex rather than the intimacy of it right now. Oops. ] We made a mess.