Leave him hanging for now.

You make sure the spell is moving up and down at the fastest speed possible, and a look of desperation fills his face. Both you and him know he's seconds away from an orgasm, and his fearful expression shows he doesn't want it to happen in the middle of a tavern. You're feeling nice (for now), so you finally halt the spell and stop him the moment before.

He sighs with relief, but also groans in pain as he briefly clenches himself. He gives you a **** glare, but then a smirk and a light chuckle.

"You look a little exhausted," you tease.

"Can we go home now?" he groans in frustration.

You beckon the woman behind the counter over towards you and look to Bav. "Paying for the drinks though, aren't you?" you say as you snap your fingers. A single, lengthy stroke is felt up his shaft, nearly putting him over the edge.

He nods frantically and places down the necessary coins, sliding them to the woman.

"Thanks, darling," the barkeep says as she takes them, but eyes his strange body language. She turns to you. "I think your boyfriend here has had enough to drink." Then, she walks away to help another.

"Alright... Now can we go home?"