He can barely focus his eyes on her as she undoes all the potions and spellwork that kept him her prisoner. He’s too weak to speak and she runs a gentle finger over his parched lips. "Shh, Lucius. It’s almost over." She kisses him softly, her hand playing with his flaccid penis. He’s too far gone for it rise and she misses it –wants to tease him for longer, has more ideas, and this is the only way.