Ilima stays slack against the bench, catching his breath. Once he calms down, he still feels a twinge of arousal. It lingers as the Growlithe stays knotted inside of him, remaining well-lubricated thanks to the injections.

"H-How long is it going t-to stay like this?" Ilima eventually asks, stammering due to how good he'd felt previously. Some deep part of him wants to keep going, though he doesn't voice that just yet. His curiosity about the research is getting the better of him. He wants to help as much as he can, but he also wants to know as much as he can.