He gives Laertes an approving look, his eyes darkening. He doesn't need too much time to prepare himself; he's relaxed, his muscles slack from the warmth of the bath, and he's mindful of not having infinite time before Laertes' migraine strikes. Soon enough his hand is on Laertes' cock, slicking him up for use, and then he lowers himself down, letting his breath out in a long shaky exhale as he's filled.