[He is trembling in his lap. Gasping and moaning against his neck as his inner soul is cradled. It's open and raw and everything he wants. A touch he's clearly starved for.

His wits are scattered which means the grip he has on Lahabrea's own souls slackens without his notice. Not that he could maintain it in his current state.

He doesn't even realize words are slipping out of his mouth.]