Only a few hours...I've had my fill previously." Which is probably why he's able to fit so many fingers inside of himself with such ease. It isn't as if Helex's spike didn't stretch him plenty. Or First Aid's fist for that matter.

His optics follow Pharma as he approaches, and he spreads his thighs even further to allow the doctor a good look. The squelching noises of his finger's working his valve are almost as obscene as the velvety groan of pleasure that leaves Tarn's vocalizer.

"And what is your professional opinion of how to remedy such a relentless reaction?"