[He strokes him through it and will wipe his hand on Absinthe's hip when he's done.

A cruel grin of his own spreads across his face for a moment when he watches him lick his lips, a testament that he is hardly taking what happened earlier with grace. It passes after a few moments and he kisses the side of Absinthe's temple.]

And with that performance complete, I will take my leave. Good day, Absinthe.