Isaac lets out a soft breath, but manages to stop himself from moaning -- only just barely. "They've got something like it," he agrees, his voice strung and a touch higher than usual, even as he pulls himself away from the touch. "And I'm very, very tired, Monsieur." He gives Rene a pointed look as he begins to wander backwards.

"You should put some tea on, if you plan to stay awake."