Yes.

You can't see the man's face, but you can hear the flaring of his nostrils. The large hand of the bovine pulling your sweat plastered face upwards to face a look at you.

"Yes." His answer simple, though no less able to fill you with glee you'd expect from someone who just got confirmation their asshole sucking was approved of.

"Good sweatrag. Clean me up after work." He adds, standing up. His ass and balls still on full display to the gawking audience. "Room." His hand still firmly connected to your face. His dangling nuts slapping against you as he makes obvious movements to head to his room in the tavern. "We train." He says nothing more, and lets you go. Letting you stumble to the ground as he starts to walk off in the direction of the stairs. It's obvious he wants you to follow, so you do. Better to get out of the public eye before the rest of the room gets any ideas.