"Of course. We can talk after I cook you breakfast, warrior. But for right now..." Jean leans in, kissing Ryja's asscheek, groaning in anticipation. They've been waiting, and now, oh, now they're going to melt this rabbit until Jean can't take not reaching their own peak anymore. The wild thought occurs to them that the docks are sacred to Kora; they hope their chosen manager doesn't take offense to her holy place being used this way...

...But they aren't going to stop.

"For right now, my name is Jean. So you know who to say you belong to."

They kiss Ryja's asshole, tenderly, almost romantically, and then they bury their face in her ass to feast.