He gives a strangled, confused, but slightly pleased cry at the mere feel of Teddy's hand. His cock doesn't immediately leap back to life, but he does try to grin his hips against Teddy, grateful for the bed. Otherwise, his knees would tired, too.

"I...uh," Setsuna tries to speak, has to swallow and take a moment, "I don't think mine work like that." He hadn't even tried to start up his healing ability, if the wounds on his hips and neck starting to clot over and darken were any indication.