Sinjir, for a good three seconds afterwards, is pretty sure that he's swallowed his tongue. The way he so thoroughly choked was probably the only thing that kept him from screaming at the sensation, which was akin to.... no, there was nothing that was akin to. He'd felt like half his body was set on fire, but in a good way.

He breathes in like he's fallen thirty meters and got the breath knocked out of him on impact -- deep and shuddering breathing, trailing off into whimpering. It takes him another ten seconds or so to determine that he didn't, in fact, come from that stimulation, though it was a near thing. No, he's hard as durasteel and so very ready to keep going.

His vision is thoroughly blurry, and for a moment Sinjir is pretty sure it knocked his cornea out of whack, but then he blinks and feels tears spill over. Tears of sensation, not of sadness or pain. Good tears.

"Bastard," he curses, at Ba'al.