Kisuke gives a snort at Dean's response, dropping his arm to his side and doing his best to disguise the clench of overstimulated muscles within the wide sleeve of his haori. Predictably, the spell he used to place the object inside of Dean had put his own synchronization out of order. It's painful, but shouldn't last more than a couple of days.

Certainly a fine cost to benefit ratio.

"I like you," he says. "You're cheekier than the last guy. Men who can take a joke are so much easier to work with. Although, maybe not as fun to tease." He narrows his eyes in feline amusement before moving off toward the ladder and peering up to the pinprick of light at the end of the dark tunnel above.

"We're done for now. Eventually, there will be other things we need to do. For the time being, just trust that time will do its work. If you have any weird side effects, come find me. I'd like to say there shouldn't be any ... but I've only actually done this five times before."