Sinric nods and obeys, making himself comfortable on the couch as his frantic heart and hurried breathing slows bit by bit.

No matter how often Athelstan and Ragnar give him this pleasure, he has still by no means become accustomed to the feeling. Too intense, too surreal and too overwhelming. It takes him quite some time to come back to himself fully, feeling a gnawing guilt that he has done nothing to offer the doctor pleasure in return, failing in what he sees as his duty.