That river in Egypt

His innards yearned for moisture. He needed replenishment, but he wasn't going to give in and accept it on her terms. He wasn't going to put himself through that, doing what she wanted, accepting being her sub. And that would be his downfall.
"Damn dude you're looking kinda thirsty"
All he could manage to respond with were dry wisps of noise. Every second that passed felt like a million gazillion years in a desert.