This time, Sixshot's tongue follows the curve of Tarn's jawline. He didn't mean to question Tarn's control over his teammate and he didn't mean to disregard Tarn's expression of care- but Sixshot's forte had never been verbal apologies, and so he tries to make it up this way instead.

The temperature hike that accompanies it comes as a surprise however. He's suddenly hyper-aware of Tarn's warm frame, the taste of him, the smell of him- and the pressure of the mech's valve still locked around his cock.

"I- can transform if you'd like?" The change in mass should be enough to free Tarn. The knot wasn't fading away in its usual amount of time and he suspects the effects of the pollen were beginning to make a come back.