Yussa makes a soft sound as Caleb's fingers slip free. He rolls onto his back so that the other man has more freedom to get up. The cool breeze coming in through the window soothes overheated skin.

He realizes as Caleb returns that he will need to sit up for this. Yussa pushes himself up to accept the glass, and takes a long drink. He isn't expecting to feel vulnerable as his ability to think clearly resurfaces. He's certainly been naked and aroused with Caleb before, there is no part of him that is a mystery to this man. But it's different, somehow, in this room. His room.

He manages to prop himself up against the wall at the head of the bed, the solid space between the lattice windows. Yussa drinks more water, trying to take a moment to center himself, but that internal balance is still off. When he opens his eyes again, he speaks.

"The smoke this caused was very effective. Thick, not unpleasant. It filled the workshop remarkably quickly. It didn't linger very much once I threw the windows open."

Naturally the first thing he brings up as soon as he can think beyond an urgent need for sex would be how this happened in the first place.