When that time comes, it's something he's more than pleased to do.

Later, breathing slightly ragged and eyes back to their more usual brown, he moves away from Hasi and sits back on an unoccupied part of the sofa. One hand grips the back of the seat as he composes himself, although a brief look of irritation crosses his face until he realises he's sitting on something. He reaches down and holds up a button that's popped off from his shirt, looking a little confused, before giving a half-shrug and dropping it down on the floor.

That small matter resolved, he opts to sit side-on and laze against the seat. He's still watching Hasibe intently, albeit his eyelids are somewhat heavier.