When Moon's finger traces over his cock, he groans pleasantly, letting it melt into a low giggle.

"Who, me or Moon?" he chuckles, slurring slightly.

He makes the effort to raise his head to blink at the two of them, grinning stupidly. Blood loss doesn't really have this effect on him, but pair it with a good rolling from Jean Claude? He may as well have slammed two Pan-Galactic Gargle Blasters.
"If you two decide to get it on, make sure someone at least jerks me off in the process."