"No, certainly not," he assures. "In this form it will make... bouncing back quickly a less daunting task. And in a measured dose it will wear off in a few hours."

But that gives them that much time to indulge, and if Caleb decides he wants to go a little longer, Yussa knows how to dose it to last an hour or so more. He also has a dose of something to make it end sooner, if anything should come up. Caleb's hand is warm on his knee and that touch alone - along with the tile he's currently sitting on - remind him that his own arousal is still simmering.

"Shall I pour another glass of wine?" he asks, allowing himself to sound more coy. As soon as he has his answer, Yussa gestures at the tray still sitting by the bed. It comes to them as if carried by a steady hand; once on the floor next to Yussa, he refills one of the wine glasses. He opens the tin and takes a small spoon off the tray, possibly there for this purpose, and deftly measures a dose to tip into the glass. Another small casting makes the wine in the glass swirl. Satisfied that the powder has dissolved, Yussa offers the glass to his patron.

"It will take a few minutes," he adds. "We can rest while we wait. You'll feel it... perhaps a little more intensely than normal arousal, but you won't be mindless or without control. It enhances, nothing more."