[ So long as Sylvain enjoyed the experience, Reign is willing to provide it again. Once a while, something special, whether because Sylvain wants it or the vampire has his cravings.

Which is why he's all smiles as he takes the hint from the redhead, climbing onto the bed and plopping himself comfortably on his Master's lap. Cool palms splay across the other's chest before Reign cross his arms and lay his chin atop it. ] Mmmn... I think I've enough for now. I no longer feel the strange urging. But... there's something else that requires some urgent attention.

[ Firstly, Reign is still fully dressed. Secondly, that "urgent" matter makes itself known quite prominently in the form of something hard pressed against Sylvain, especially with the sheepish look he's giving his Master. ]