"That's a relief," he all but sighs, shoulders relaxing more. Ilima sits straight and still as requested, not really flinching until He Ming touches his cock. He doesn't react outwardly too much, knowing it's all part of the procedure makes him less nervous about it. His mind is preoccupied by the fingers probing his mouth, to which he opens wide. Straight, pearly-white teeth, none missing. He's the perfect picture of health.