[The one thing he can say about tonight's toy is at least it hasn't left him as weak as the whip did. He can even escort himself home--incredible.]

Mmm. The Sin Lounge's business is booming, isn't it.

[Ianchus stands and stretches himself luxuriously, then examines his wrists--he keeps forgetting until they sting lightly, reminding him of their rawness.]

I suppose I'll be taking my leave, for now. But let me know if you're interested in more... [a wave of the hand] ...experimentation.

[He's certainly playing with fire here. Or playing with electricity, as it were.]