"Sleeping it off would be easier --" Al sighed again, shaking out his mane. Did Edmund truly believe this was easier for him? He didn't enjoy listening to Edmund pleasure himself, especially when there was so little actual pleasure involved. But it wasn't easy lying here while Edmund radiated need, either.

"If that's what you really want." A sleeping draught might indeed help. At the very least, Al didn't see how it could make things worse, just -- delay the inevitable. "I'll go fetch you one. If you're sure."