[Q lets himself be half-guided half-dragged to the seat, legs feelings wobbly nearing boneless. He feels good but there's the feeling of helplessness that he's not entirely sure of. Once he can finally form words again, he blinks up at Grayson.]

Thank you. I'm... I believe I enjoyed that. [He frowns.] It's unsettling having a lack of control when I'm used to having all of the control.