Ba'al opens his mouth to answer but only closes it again. He's not terribly fond of being cut off but it gets a laugh. "On your back. Oh, and from here, your reputation can only improve."

Oh, Sinjir is terribly irritating and likable. A combination he's come across only a handful of times.

After collecting a few things, Ba'al joins him in the next room. He tosses a packet of lubrication on the bed followed by long string of metal balls, each progressively larger. "I believe I can trust you insert those yourself. As many as you feel you can handle, but do feel free to attempt to impress me." He then holds up something that looks very similar in design to the device on his hand but smaller and obviously for another purpose. It has a long, thin rod attracted to it. "I presume you can guess where this will go as well as its function." He pauses next to the bed to gauge Sinjir's reaction.