He takes the pillow with gratitude and tries (with very limited success) to look casual about positioning it over his erection. Casual or not, it's still better than sitting there with his pants so obviously tented.

"So definitely no, uh, no going anywhere with wolves in... in the spring?" He's sure that's what the General said, but he's definitely a little dazed and, well, it's something to say. Something to ask to shift the conversation along while he collects himself. And tries not to obsess about the General's toothy grin or how much he wants to taste him.