[The noise that comes out of Niles is equal parts breathless gurgle and unapologetic moan. The kick sends a crackle of pain and heady desire rushing down his spine, but like a torch doused in water, it fizzles out in his stomach. When Felix steps back the noise increases for a single moment before giving way to feeble coughing. He doesn't respond as breath is in very short supply at the moment. He winces as he sits up, reaching over the edge of the tub for the hotel ice bucket he'd filled with water earlier. Shakily he lifts it to his chin and drinks deeply, gulp after gulp, spilling plenty onto his already blood soaked shirt. Eventually he has enough to slake his thirst for the moment and only then blearily notices that Felix hasn't made good on his threat to ditch him. He re-fills the bucket from the spigot by his feet, and has to raise his hoarse voice slightly over the rush of water.]

If you're waiting for payment, I'm clearly in no state to earn any stamps, despite your best efforts to rile me up. So go get stew with Zero, or get nothing.