Colahr's newly healed, albeit not the best, throat was certainly a life-saver. He'd have to pay off a debt of 400 chips, but hopefully he had earned that during his stay from his slut-elfs. Slowly pulling himself up and sitting up, the incubus moved a hand to the scar and gently touched the still-sensitive flesh as she finished applying the ointment. His tail moved into view to present the pad he'd grown accustomed to by now.
'Got it. Thank you Jess. Will come back to fuck sometime.'
The last part was clearly a joke, the demon smiling and carefully pocketing the pen. He'd keep the pad for a while, curling it back and toward his body. His clothes had at least been brought from home, allowing him to get out of clothes the healers put him in and get back to his proper attire. The new scar, running along the front of his neck and throat, was a testament to not mess around with the elves again. It was time to fully break them if the two weeks of getting fucked raw hadn't already... he knew he'd need to head back home and hope things went as decently as he had hoped...