Ilima sighs, definitely relaxed at the moment. That had been just what he needed. He feels rejuvenated and content. His breasts are somewhat swollen, and they're tender to the touch, but he doesn't mind it so much. At least the leaking has stopped. He feels over his chest before looking at He Ming, nodding.

"All right," he says cooperatively, sitting up and letting him do what he needs to. There's been absolutely zero resistance, which might be in part due to the drugs. He figures he's going to be given another dose of them.