Lucius stays in place a moment, lingers as he catches his breath, and eventually has the wherewithal to lower Izzy's leg. He slips out of the man beneath him with that slip and the sigh that follows that turns indulgent. Lucius stretches, like a cat in a sunbeam, as he draws himself back up to standing. His back gives a satisfying pop which just...puts a little bit of icing on the whole evening.

Izzy is sprawled out, panting, and absolutely debauched. Lucius lets that image sink in a moment and then steps back. It's a quick walk to the washroom for a rag--and he can even use hot water. It cools a bit by the time he makes it back to the bed, but it's still the better side of warm. Rather than passing it off to him, Lucius drops down on the bed next to him, bouncing the whole mattress in the process. Once he's made himself comfortable, Lucius drops the washrag on his chest.

"I assume my reputation is in the clear?" Lucius prompts with a comfortable sort of smugness.