A sleepy, almost drunken smile has crept onto his face. Having heard her answer, he closes his eyes, allowing himself to indulge completely in the sleepy, cloudy laziness overtaking him.

"Of course," he answers softly. Why wouldn't her pleasure be important to him? Not to mention, his equally important male pride??

Howl goes quiet thereafter, his arm loosely wrapped around Iramaat's body, half-sleeping and half-meditating within the afterglow.