Dylan watched, distantly pleased by the fact that the sounds that fell out of him were more pain than pleasure, that he was as hard again as he had hoped. When the change finished and Daniel sunk down onto his ruined clothing, Dylan flicked his eyes up to find his face, still looking annoyed.

He had half a mind to leave him there with his erection, tell him not to touch himself or anyone else before he did. That thought remained, even as Daniel apologized and he recognized the gravity of the words. If he wanted him to leave him with anything other than blue balls, he'd have to do more than say he was sorry, even if he accepted that much, his expression softening faintly as he breathed out a sigh.

"It's fine. I get it."