[Booker is grudgingly forced to move by Asura shifting around and eventually pulling his shirt off, so instead of leaning tiredly forwards he leans tiredly back, supporting himself as much from his tail being tightly wound around Asura's waist anything else.

he is considerably less of a mess than Curtain is but still very much a mess, hair disarrayed, smudges of red blood all over both his clothes and face and allll over his hands. His breathing gradually settles but his attention still seems adrift.

Still, he meets Geto's gaze. He looks tired for obvious reasons. And... empty. For probably equally obvious reasons. But he does not look ashamed or currently pissed off so maybe that is something.

Booker also still hasn't gotten off of Geto's cock and his own is still weakly pulsing between them and seems like it plans to keep doing so for a while.

Booker slowly tilts his head to one side, blinks a few times, and reaches up to trace the lines of Geto's blooded mouth with his bloody talon, though he doesn't cut him additionally.]

Rakshasa.