An honour, huh? [ He echoes, a joke, questioning in tone, but in a fun way. Nudging Inigo with the arm he has around him, but then relaxing back his head, staring at the ceiling; letting out a sigh. ]

Honour or not, we should probably get a wash. Head to the showers - I...don't really know what happens when you finish in a guy.

[ Which isn't the only reason he wants to head for a shower, considering the mess of himself (and his spare hand, thankfully the one with his arms band around its wrist, is making that fortunate bag of cleaning wipes appear on the other side to deal with the cum on his belly...), but his mind does drift that way, along with his sheepish gaze. ]