[ Ah, right... his hand. He'd completely forgotten about it... but it is hurting, isn't it? Pain pulses from the cut, dulled at least by some prescribed painkillers... but for the most part, he'd just been so lost in desperation and passion that it just... completely slipped his mind.

The bandage remains wrapped around his hand, slightly loosened, but it's still there. With his attention having been returned to it, he's noticing the pain again, but... ]

Ai...

[ ...After a kiss like that, he figures he can handle it. He grips her hand back, his fingers interlocking with hers. ]

...Well, that's the grail for you... though I would advise you to pick your words a little better next time you come across a wish-granter.

[ His attention turns towards Ai herself, and... wow, she's still in his shirt, isn't she? Most of the bottom buttons are still on, but the majority of them came undone during the deed, so she's gone from technically-modest to... somehow more immodest than if she were naked. He can see everything as the front of his shirt hangs open, and being multiple sizes too big for her isn't helping either.

But even more than that, it's been mussed up and crinkled by what they've just done, and there's a light sheen to Ai's body from the sweat and afterglow of it all...

...Oh god is he hard again— ]