Ba'al toys with the idea of ignoring the moan. He could just let him stew until he crawled out on his own. But then, he did want to see how desperate he looks now. He settles on waiting ten minutes before going to 'check' on him.

"Is there a problem?" he asks when he pushes open the door. Usually, Ba'al has near complete control of his expressions but under the casual concern lust shows in his eyes. They've gone dark and focused, piercing.

"Quite the incredible feeling, isn't it? I'm afraid I'm not certain how long it lasts." said in the same damn conversational tone as always. "But I can assure you it will be gone before you leave."