There's a dull ache at his back, spine rigid against the wall behind him, but it's more or less ignored in favour of enjoying the highs of pleasure Dion's drowned him in. As he catches his breath more around him begins to come back into view, Dion's words finally registering.

Feathers?

"...I did?"

His gaze shifts away from the prince's sweet face to the floor at his feet. Ah. Those were feathers.

"Oh."