That...helps. If he's at least providing her some level of service, it's...something. Enjoying him this captive would be concerning, but he doesn't want this experience to be miserable for her either. And the truth is, there's some part of him that reacts to her hips moving and those sounds of desire. There's some pride in getting her to gasp. He tries to cling to those pieces as they do this, and the way she listens to his requests. It's still them; this is still a person who cares so deeply for his comfort.

The command comes, and he has no choice but to rub her clit faster, tensing as he instinctively bucks against the magic controlling him. But he nods when she kisses him and adds the reasoning. It's the goal, after all.

Her hand is kind too, and while he can't quite call it pleasurable, but it's ... caring. Personal. And he needs that more right now. A few low hums escape him, and when she whimpers he finally feels something remotely like real arousal.

"I want to make you feel good again, some other time, not like this," he whispers. He knows his voice is strained, and it hurts to say it, but it soothes something too, promising himself that this isn't forever. "But whatever helps today, it's alright. Take it."

He bows his head to her again, kissing slowly against her neck as he keeps at her clit. She's getting close, and gods he just wants this to be over.