Dal wasn't expecting to be turned down. It was clear by the almost confused look that came over his face. It didn't feel like rejection, though. Tomorrow, when his head's clear, he'll actually be grateful that Gabriel acted as he did. And maybe a little embarrassed of how he himself behaved.

"Oh. Okay." He's not disappointed, just a little surprised. Again, tomorrow, he'd remind himself that sex wasn't what Gabriel wanted from him. Maybe eventually, but it wasn't his primary motivation for being with Dal. Something Dal treasured so deeply. Gabriel's the first person in a very long time who's looked at him like a whole and complete person. Without pity or derision or some strange amalgam of both.

He stood up a moment so Gabriel could finish getting him undressed, a task that revealed a few more tell-tale hand prints on Dal's hips and thighs. Whatever happened, Dal's going to be feeling it for a few days, at least. As Gabriel moved to turn away, Dal reached out to grab hold of his sleeve.

"Can I have a bath?" He wasn't sure he could stand long enough for a shower but... Somewhere in his mind he knew he was filthy and he didn't want to sleep like that. He especially didn't want to sleep next to Gabriel covered in sweat and dried cun and the scent of other men. "Please?"