“I would enjoy that.” He smiles into the attention of that talented tongue, leaning up to capture Sixshot's lips.

His technique is a bit uncoordinated from lack of practice, but what he lacks in skill he makes up for in passion.

“I would like to spend more time with you in general…I feel as if i barely see you.” Often it was only in brief passing in the halls of the base, or perhaps Tarn might catch a glimpse of him prowling the streets, weaving between piles of rubble.