Yes, Damian is sane once more, and try though he might, he can't linger in the bliss of orgasm forever. Collapsed against Anita on the floor, with one arm still partially wound around one of Nathaniel's legs, he lets out a shaky laugh.

He is thankful that the glow lasts just a bit longer, enjoying every moment while it lasts because he is almost sure the fallout will be spectacular. He can feel the others in his mind -- Anita and Nat still thrumming with shared pleasure, Richard close, Jean-Claude lying in bed -- and while it frightens him in certain ways, he has never felt more secure in others.