Mars summons a bottle of water and gently pries the panties from Harry’s mouth. "Drink, pet. You need the hydration. This is going to be hard on your body." He whimpers but drinks. "Hmm, I think there is a better way to do this." When a toy is pressed to his mouth he accepts it, feeling it press down his tongue and stretch his lips around a soft, giveable material. When he swallows the liquid surprises him but he manages not to choke. "There, there, lovely."